A Point of Personal Privilege
Everybody reading this spends at least part of every day wondering if you are raising or have raised your kids right. We’re Democrats so we worry about that. We want our kids to know that we are all God’s children and to be mindful that to whom much is given, much is required.
I rarely talk about personal matters here but Little Bubba answered my wondering today for at least today.
Little Bubba, Attorney at Law, favors Bubba in the looks department. A little.
To be honest, I’m not sure that I had much to do with his birth and had I not been there when he was born, I would need convincing that I’m his mother.
And Little Bubba, who is known professionally as Mark D. Bankston sent an email to his Bubba and me today.
You guys would be so proud of me. I just chewed out the CVS V.P. for Texas over the new installation of self-serve checkout machines in their Main Street store. The poor lone employee was totally overwhelmed trying to run a conventional counter plus supervise five self-serve machines, and the manager refused to help or even speak to me about the machines. The employee told me that three employees had been fired and basically replaced with these infernal machines.
So I used some google magic to find their corporate number in Texas, and found the VP for Texas. I told him those machines are offensive to working men and women, and that it caused me to be stuck in the store for 20 minutes on my way to work. I told him that I used to like CVS because they had been good to the working man in the past, and that CVS always had great customer service. Also, the Main Street store typically had lines at 9am and 5pm (understandably), and that it’s insulting in this economy not to hire additional help in the store, but rather fire people and replace them with machines.
I told him that as long as those machines are in the store, I won’t be. He got very nervous and told me he would call me next week.
I want to tell you one thing about this kid. When he gets hold of something he don’t let go. I pity the Texas Vice President at CVS. Nah, I don’t pity him and neither should you.
You can call him and tell him that your Momma raised you right, too.
And Little Bubba, I am proud of you every day. Every damn one.