Customer Service.
Those words once meant something.
In the “olden days” of the 1940s and 50s, attendants filled your car with gas and cleaned the windshield.
Milkmen delivered to your front door.
Car hops brought food to your car.
Boys brought groceries to your house.
Times have changed.
Now, you bag your own groceries.
You hope your fast food order is correct when you drive off.
Pizza comes to your house, but not groceries.
Customer service has become extinct. Like dinosaurs. Like Studabakers. Like car hops.
Sad.
Really.
I’d pay for good service.
And, the older I get, I do!
