with Craig at “02:06 PM,” the truck was still parked in the same spot. I left my purchases on a hand cart and told Craig that I would return to pick them up.
When I returned to pick-up my purchases, the truck was still parked in the same spot. Consequently, instead of being able to unload my cart directly into my car, I had to park north of the loading zone and carry each item, one at a time, 20 feet up the alley to my car.
I pointed-out to Craig that the pick-up had been parked in the loading zone for at least a quarter of an hour. Craig, clearly, knew the truck’s owner; he quipped that the owner “is a regular customer”–as if that entitled him to use the loading zone as his personal parking slot. When I asked Craig to summon a store manager, Craig refused, and told me that I had to go into the store. By this time, I was sandwiched in by another car which parked directly behind me in the alley.
When the owner of the pick-up finally emerged–having purchased just one, small item (it appeared to be a screen)–I pointed out the “Loading Zone–No Parking” sign, and asked him if he understood what it meant. The man’s English was perfect. He just laughed at me. Craig, meanwhile, was hiding behind his counter.
Unless and until I receive assurances that “Craig” has been confronted with his impropriety and insolence, I will not shop as this store again.