Sam's Club sucks
I went to Sam’s Club for a cheap hot dog for lunch today.
There has been somewhat of a battle of cheap hot dogs for me lately. Costco also sells a cheap hot dog and drink but it’s further to drive.
Here’s the breakdown:
Price:
Both about the same $1.50 before tax. For some reason Sam’s Club comes out to $0.01 more than Costco. I guess some guy is retiring from the extra pennies that he programmed into all of the Sam’s Club cash registers in some kind of “Rounding Up” scheme.
Quality:
About the same here too. Sam’s Club offers Nathan’s hot dogs and Costco carries Hebrew National.
Environment:
Sam’s Club is disgusting. Sticky surfaces, goober’d ketchup. Gross.
Costco, while cleaner, chooses to push 2 tables together. I have rarely seen 8 people congregate together for a meal of pizza and cheap hot dogs.
This means that 2-3 dudes out for lunch have to ask:
“Pardon me is this seat taken?”
“Why no, it’s not. Would you care to dine with us?”
Why not move the damn tables 2 feet apart and avoid this lame an inappropriate conflict?
Costco=winner
Service:
Costco has it in the bag. Each cashier takes your order, takes your money, turns directly around, grabs your food and off you go.
Here’s the rundown at Sam’s:
“Hot dog combo please”
“That might be about 3 minutes. We just had a rush.”
You just had a rush? At 12:00 noon on a Wednesday, you just had a rush. Apparently these people have no idea that normal people eat lunch on or about NOON EVERY SINGLE DAY.
Then they proceed to walk to the other side of the counter and leave the register. They put the hot dog together and come back. The next person in line orders and starts the whole process over again.
Meanwhile there are 2 ladies behind the counter standing there waiting for …something. I have no idea what.
Sam’s=loser
Today I had to be back for a meeting and Sam’s was closer so a colleague from work and I went there. I ordered a hot dog and then the lady put 2 hot dogs in front of me. These actually belonged to the lady ahead of me who was now distracted by the hypnotic effects of the drink machine. The cashier looked into outer space for the lady who ordered. I was so fed up with this broken policy and the idiot people. I stole the lady’s hot dog before she even knew what happened.
I feel bad now. I am going to hell.
Sam’s Club sent me to hell for one dollar and sixty-two cents.
