Harvest Market — Local services in Fort Bragg

Harvest Market yesterday, May 28th, Monday about 2pm. Memorial day. I had a memorable diarrhoea there.  Moments before disaster was threatening to strike me the well kept and clean male toilet became occupied by a large male who took the one and only stall before I could. I was forced by all the power of nature to immediately opt for the well kept and clean female room. To my fortunate relief it was unoccupied. Unfortunately though, I had been sighted by a couple of fat, young female employees who were standing at the time punch clock by the door in the corridor through which I had made my exit out of this gender specific facility. I sighed at leaving the clouds behind smiling with relief as I walked past front of them.

I continued my shopping. Not one minute went by enjoying  my lingering euphoria as I was waiting for a gallon of purified water to fill my bottle at the water vending machine while the two young fat female employees swang into reaction. They mobilized a short, blond elder male employee with a reddish big nose who pounced upon me from behind with vehemence. He was yelling at me resembling to an angry dog barking as his shaking large metal framed spectacles  accentuated his facial features revealing terminally unresolved life long profound emotional traumas.

I was not only found out but now busted  and lashed on public display by a self appointed pro inquisitor. As the first reaction to the first attack I said calmly that I appeared to be busted. He kept shouting accusatory  that I was in the female toilet with a loud and vindictive force  enough to hope that a public lynching will follow. All the shoppers in the surrounding well stocked with organic, regular tomatoes, apples and abundance of choice produce area were paused in suspense. I told him that it was an emergency.  He barked out his sentence with ominous punitive power : " Under no circumstances you are allowed to be in the female toilet! Do not do this again!" and then he re-barked again repeating: "Do not do this again!" I was standing there in shock kind of paralyzed by the surprise. With the power of the last word as a dlood hurling warning he suddently turned around and stormed away when I noticed that he had an entourage of two other younger male and one middle aged female employee  but the two young fat female employees who reported me were not part of it. I was sure they were watching the bust from behind cover somewhere else obscure thrilled with the projected diana. The shoppers were also in shock as they remained staring at me with blinking eyes for a few more long seconds until they caught up with their shopping list.

As the center figure of public display,  I was apparently not given a chance to put the subject up for public discussion where I could have had a better chance to defend my position.+ The crusader who jumped on the candy must have sensed that he'd better split from the scene while he could quickly, having made his culturally encoded outraged shock and awe action fulfilling the believed expectation of his mates of the still current  paradigm.

The Freudian nature of this kind of humanoid behavior felt very much like a punitive-obsessive gender complexed projection of some kind of sexual perversion mixed in with, avoiding the term diarrhea,  the fact that an unfortunate old man opted for a nearest available toilet.

To my defense, I could only  say something like: this was the kind of emergency that I felt my Mama would support both as nature over right and MNO ( Mother Nature Overwrite).  To the Mr Hostile Barky Eager to point the finger crucader I could have said elegantly:  Dude, I had left my troubles buried back there behind. I didn't ask for a barky to dig it up and make a loud display of it. What would you have done? What...

Last friday night, I Went to pick up a few things for my wife, who was feeling very poorly all day and into the night. About 9:30 pm after pushing my cart around, searching for things she wanted, my knees were screaming in pain, and I couldn't find things I knew had to be there. I asked a young female, who was no older than 20, and was very busy languidly pushing a dust mop around the isles, to please (yes, I did say please) help me find the Starbucks coffees, because my legs were getting very sore, and I'd already been around the store twice, without finding what I needed. She asked if I"d gone to the coffee isle, and I told her yes, but hadn't found it. She told me that the store probably didn't have it. She asked another passing young worker, a male, if they carried the item, and they had a short conversation which I didn't hear clearly enough to understand, then repeated to me that they didn't have any, and walked away with him. It was obvious that I was just an old unattractive man, and not worth her time or effort. Before giving up, I went to the coffee isle one more time, and found my items hidden behind a 'special' display stand, the kind that crowd the already narrow isles even further. There was yet another item I'd been specifically asked for and searched for in it's supposed place, without success. But by this time the pain had grown too intense to tour the store yet again, and I hobbled behind my cart to the check stand. The precious little brunette was bagging groceries there, and I showed her them item she'd told me wasn't there, and told the young checker about her exemplary service she provided. He said nothing, and she said very little, but did manage to pout like an obstinate child. No apology was offered, and no help offered in loading groceries into my vehicle. She must have taken me for some derelict homeless person, and felt I was beneath her dignity. It seems to be the practice of young females to ignore and refuse any extra help to old men in this era, but I won't put up with being treated like an undesirable because I'm not wearing slacks, designer shoes and shirt, and choose to no longer punish my face in fruitless efforts to prevent a beard. I shall go back to taking my business to Safeway, where I've been helped more than once above and beyond what I thought was necessary. Safeway may be the big, bad chain store in town, but their claims of customer service are more than merely advertising and hot air, as I've found on this and other unhappy trips to Harvest Market, where corn-fed poodles have no empathy or patience for old, unattractive men. And at Safeway, they actually have enough electric shopping carts for customers who's working years have taken a toll on hips,...

, I come into town with a truck hauling a trailer can I park in the nearest place that I can possibly fit and what I do I get is harassment from the store manager. It's a fine store it's a crowded packed parking lot and the nearest space with that you can pull in with longer than station wagon is the employee parking field I don't know why they have a problem with it be parking there I'm spending money same as anybody I'm not taking up any space that anybody else needs I move if I need to and there is more than enough space for me to be there for the half hour it takes for me to make a trip to check her the dollar store and Harvest Market. A store manager has given himself the full authority of a property manager and has become a jerk about it a total no harm done situation but it's like they watch for me this point and they were offended it's someone might Park. No consideration, very poor manners, unwilling and unable to listen or recognize that if I want to do business in that shopping mall I have to park at a safe distance not 10 miles away. It is just pointless harassment, of the kind you expect to see for the homeless people who congregate...