The manager, a pleasant woman who has helped me many a time, comes over. The following exchange ensues:
Visor Woman: I just want to ask you about the announcements.
Manager [pleasantly confused]: The announcements?
Visor Woman: Yes, why do they have to be so loud?
Manager: Oh, you mean like over the loudspeaker?
Visor Woman: Yes, I mean they’re so loud. I used to shop at the Ralph’s at 3rd and LaBrea, but I stopped going there because the announcements were too loud. Now I come here, and you’ve started doing the same thing!
Manager: Well, ma’am, that’s just the policy of the company to better serve our customers.
Visor Woman: But do you have to say “Such-and-such is on sale this week in Aisle Four” or “No waiting on Checkstand Ten”? I mean, we have eyes, we can see that for ourselves.
Manager: Um, but it helps some people to have us tell them things like that. The company’s policy is that –
Visor Woman: But why does it have to be so loud? Do you see what I’m saying? It’s too loud.
Manager: I guess I could turn it down.
Visor Woman: Would you?
Manager: Yes, ma’am. [turns away, centers self, finds a happy place, goes back to work]
My turkey, meanwhile, bored into reanimation by this lengthy conversation, has lunged out of the cart and is scampering madly toward the Starbucks concession. I have to fling myself upon it and, aided by staff from the Panda Express concession, pound it into submission it with a Rent-a-Rug-Doctor vacuum cleaner. All of which causes me to lose my place in line.
All because of some fling-flangin' announcements. Holy Mother of God.