So Kroger finally called me back 47 hours after the pooptastrophe. I didn’t know it when I got the phone call, but no less than four Kroger corporate IP addresses accessed my blog by googling phrases like “Worthington Kroger shit” and “American Family kroger poop story”.
This tells me two things: a) they were doing damage control when they called, rather than actually caring so much about the situation itself and 2) they are not very good googlers.
I mean if you google “Kroger poop” you can find all kinds of little gems like this or this, or my personal favorite this (look at #5 and tell me you don’t think this will become a new part of our family lexicon). I suppose they were looking for links on other websites, but no one is going to link with those words. Maybe they should try “Kroger covered in shit and the manager thinks it is funny.” Also, you can’t see all the facebook links with google. There were quite few local hits in my stats from FB, so who knows what was being passed around there.
Anyway, a very nice kroger lady called me on the phone trying to put my mind at ease, but instead talking about the situation and rehashing my version (manager joking about it, not putting up a sign, etc.) just made me furious all over again.
To be fair, she said the cleaned it up with Pinesol and some other cleaning product whose name I forgot but which did not sound like BLEACH to me. She said they are going to talk to the manager, but I kind of feel the manager’s job is to have good judgement in a bad situation without needing to be told what to do in each specific instance. I mean, how hard would it be to put up a sign to keep people from sliding around in piles of feces? You need someone to TELL you that?
I told the Kroger lady I don’t think there is anything they can say or do to make me feel better about the situation. I am thoroughly squicked out and I don’t know what might make that feeling go away. Add to that the annoyance of having to drive farther to go to a non-digusting grocery, that bites too.
There were two good things that came out of this situation though:
1) L learned the word “feces” after hearing me on the phone with various friends and the health department. She very adorably pronounces “feecee”. She has taken the opportunity to use her new vocabulary word a few times and it always makes me chuckle.
2) I had been planning to close up shop here. After Poopacalypse, I realized I would have been lost without somewhere to write about it, so I had better keep a blog. My focus is probably going to shift a little and I might write less than before, but for now, I think I will stick around a bit longer. I know it isn’t a big deal to anyone but me, but whatever.
So that is the poop on what has been going on around here.