Hiding from the HEB greeter

The other evening we ate at Brick Oven and then wandered down to the HEB in that same shopping center. Mom was looking for some Styrofoam ice-chests with handles to help her with her Meals-On-Wheels deliveries. For the record, at this point she is delivering them - not receiving them. That may change.

There was a jovial greeter at the front entrance - sort of like Wal-Mart, but much happier. He asked if he could direct us to some needed item and Mom described what she was looking for. He told us where to find two versions that they stock and that there might be others over in another section of the store. He described the chests they had, gave us the temperature coefficients of each and drew us a map. Okay I made part of that up, but as we were walking away, Mom said, "That was a little too helpful."

We checked out the chests and Mom decided they were not what she needed. On the way back to the entrance, I commented that we were going to have to deal with Super Greeter; she said she was okay with that, and sure enough, SG was poised - very disappointed that we did not have ice chests in hand. He then directed us to the alternate location and all but scooted us off in search of the ideal chest.

We did go to that area to look, but SG was wrong - there were no chests in that area. Rather than have to tell him he was wrong, we went to the exit at the other end of the store, thinking we would just avoid the issue - but you're way ahead of me, aren't you? You already know which door SG was at now, don't you?

I'm not proud of it, but we hid. We waited until he was occupied, then scooted out with heads turned and faces hidden.

When I become a Wal-Mart greeter I'm going to take this lesson to heart.