I went over to my local Sears store two weeks ago, on a Thursday - maybe about 4 or 5 in the afternoon.
The tool department is at the very end of the building, so I go in that way to avoid "The MALL". I just wanted to drop off a payment.
There was a young man behind the counter, who was very slowly picking through a huge pile of stuff that a customer had brought in for warranty replacement: old broken screwdrivers, stripped ratchets, hammers with broken handles, etc.
One at a time, he's picking up each (new replacement) item, slowly entering numbers into the register (as opposed to scanning them), dropping each one into a bag, and then picking up the old (broken) one and dropping it into a bin.
He's working with well over 50 pieces.
As I'm waiting, no less than four more people show up, and the five of us are standing there waiting to be helped.
The young man picked up the telephone and called over the in-house intercom "Tools code 2." Presumably this is some secret code for "Help!"
After about 10 minutes another employee came out of the back room with a ratchet. There was a brief exchange between he and the young man, which made it clear that he was the manager, and the ratchet he'd just brought out was one he had just repaired in the back room, and that he still had five more he was working on in the back room with another employee.
In the meantime, five of us are standing there at the counter waiting to be helped.
Another 5 or 6 minutes passed, and the "manager" guy came out again with another ratchet and handed it to the young man, who was still entering numbers into the register and processing each of the warranty items one at a time and dropping them slowly into a huge bag.
The manager then returned to the back room to tend to the urgent task of repairing ratchets.
I took advantage of a brief pause to interject "Hey, can I just give you some money here? I need to make a payment on my account."
"Oh, sure... okay... just a minute," the young man replied.
He then picked up the phone and called over the intercom "Tools code 3". Presumably this is a more urgent call for help than "Tools code 2."
He then moved over to a different cash register, where he scanned my Sears card, took my money, and gave me about 12 feet of receipts.
By this time the other four customers who had been waiting had wandered off.
As I signed on the little "scan" device on the counter to verify the payment I asked him "Which is your top-of-the-line roll-away tool cabinet here? Can you just point to it?"
He said "Let me get somebody to help you," and walked out of the tool department toward the lawnmowers and riding tractors.
The man with all the warranty tools was still standing at the counter.
The other four customers were nowhere to be seen.
The "manager" and the other (as yet unseen) tool department employee were still in the back room rebuilding ratchets.
Again, as I do most every time, I walked out shaking my head in disbelief.
After I got back home and made a cup of tea, I picked up the phone and called 253 471 7100 and after pushing many buttons on the keypad of my telephone finally got through to a human who said they were in "Customer Service."
I very patiently related to them the details of my experience at their local store, and was told "I'm going to take down your phone number and pass this over to one of our senior Customer Service people and have them call you right back."
Two weeks later I have yet to receive a return call.