Slow as FUCK.

Poor Adrian though, you must have caught someone on her bad day :(

Get a fucking personal blog for your trite little grievances, Ryan.

But continue to post whatever you'd like, Adrian! If I'm not interested, I'll just skip it like I do all of Jen Graves' posts.

I love Adrian!.

@11

His name is Adrian, dumbass.

Not to mention the presence of famed cheese cutter, Cynthia Lauren "Julie McCoy" Tewes.

It's enough to make anyone cry.

http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=20586

I've only ever been greeted by friendly cashiers. I've even had a few tell me that they didn't like their jobs, but were still pleasant about it.

His last name is Ryan. I was using it diminutively.

He'll probably have to look that up.

All the same, get back to your job as a waiter or whatever it is your ugly red-headed mug does, Ryan.

how you doin', beautiful?

ps--i've never worked food service, but thanks.

I donate the word "neighborhead" to the Slog community free of charge. Use it wisely.

1)yes, I hated your old column.
I still do.
2)BUT, since you're so keen to reference old threads, you might note that JUST last week I wrote something very nice about your improved writing since you dumped the old print column. (sorry, I don't remember what story it was)
3)I didn't hear the Julie McCoy story from you; I heard it from another source. I think I got it from Fred Grandy. Maybe. Whatever.

Another time I was waiting for a perscription, and for the umteenth time thir computer was down. The line was long and and no clerk said a damn thing about why the line was not moving. The head pharmisist stared into her computer screen and did not break her glance for ten minutes. I lost it and complained that she should update us as to what was going on and at least say that if you only had a drop off, to come forward. I was told she was on break. I have never returned.

These people feel very secure in their jobs. As soon as a non-union grocery store opens up near by, they won't. I say this as a union member.

go so safeway

I was always nice to you though, Adrian... little homos always made my day go by better. Shame on nast-ay QFC clerks that dont see the beauty in a breath of fresh air known as Adrian. Awe.

And anyone besides me remember when the Broadway Market was the Broadway Fred Meyer? When it really was worth going to - because you could buy useful things like paint and hardware and planters and sporting goods?

I've actually started going to the Safeway on 15th just so I won't have to deal with them.

And they have not started digging the Sound Transit trench yet.

By the way, not sure what the other guy, Ryan did, but the QFC is the best of the places. Too big and screwy layout, but nice help and clean and great variety of stuff.

Shop late at night, the cute guy with the dark hair does BJ stockings on his long breaks.

Most likely, Ryan is not his type - oh well.

You still can buy that stuff. Interestingly the hardware section is in the old Fred Meyer space.

A couple months ago a clerk found something about my purchases truly hysterical (in a nice way, not in a I-can't-believe-you-like-that-shit sort of way). I was so flummoxed by her mirth that I didn't react very well. I guess it's people like me who turn QFC clerks into assholes.

Although, maybe it's the fact that I used to live in New York, but Seattle's surly service workers ain't got nothin'. Try enduring outright abuse from a New York cashier, not to mention price gouging and abuse from complete strangers on the street.

The morning checkers at Madison Mkt are also great. The afternoon ones are less than stellar and anyone working behind the deli counter must be instructed to pretend they're swimming through molasses, but anything is better than Safeway.

I need to go lie/lay down.

But, I think we can all agree, we need to just burn Capitol Hill down, and start over from scratch. It did wonders for San Francisco after the 1906 quake/fire/soon to be a Brad Bird movie thingy.

That would be best.

My favorites are the older bald gay guy and the tall woman with black hair. The older black gentleman is MADDENINGLY SLOW. The latino dude creeps me out.

see how easy it is to get along?

(sobs)

It's absurd to whine about people being rude when you're whole Perez schtik was to be bitchy and nasty to any "Celebrety" I Saw You (a.k.a. that you HAD READ ABOUT)

That is, before your column got axed (correction @30).

Why does the Stranger even give you a password for Slog, anyway?

I've always suspected that Fnarf, Genevieve, Ecce Homo and Will in Seattle were all really Mr Poe.

They have the exact same writing style and a flair for fashion.

credibility lost.

He's not my cup of tea (I'm a straight lady) but I could totally say that he's a good looking, older bald gay man.

Just go to the back (harvard) side to buy your stuff stuff sometime. You'll totally see him. It's always him or the ethnic looking one with the shakespeare facial hair. He's nice too, but not gay, and not older.

hot tip: make sure everything your buying you can use on him later. Cashiers dig that shit.

Man, I miss Steve. He was the only good reason to go to QFC.

I assure you that we've never met. I just started disliking your mean spirited writing long ago. And yeah, non is for anonymous. Pretty much the way you were able to criticize and attack people back then (and now) without putting yourself on display or making yourself vulnerable to the same attacks you lob on others.

I bet you're fun and neat in person, I just despise the nature of your "career" with the Stranger.

/end.

OH SHIT LOOK WHO CAN'T STOP. well, if anything, I've certainly contributed to the comments in your thread. Who's the jerk now.

They have the exact same writing style and a flair for fashion.

No way do they have the same writing style.

I used to suspect that Mr. Poe was ecce, it seemed like they showed up at about the same time. But I very quickly reevaluated that opinion. Mr. Poe's voice is playful. Ecce's is petulant

oh, catnextdoor, this was never about you. you know i think you're delightful. buy you know who this IS about. come on. you do. (some others here sure have figured it out.)

No, Comte was not referring to when Fred Meyer was in the basement of Broadway market -- he was referring to when the entire building was one large single-story Fred Meyer building. If you look at the current structure, you can see that it's a new building kind of piggy-backing an older building. That older building used to be all one large Fred Meyer that covered half the block, and the back half of the block was a giant asphalt parking lot.

It was nice having a large sundries store on Broadway, but it was a terrible use of the land. Honestly, I was just as happy when they remodeled the property in '87.

Uhhhh...YOU ARE, NON - What a total jerk you make yourself out to be.

RE # 57 ...
"Pretty much the way you were able to criticize and attack people back then (and now) without putting yourself on display"

AND

"And yeah, non is for anonymous" .....

Ok "NON" - Adrian signs his name to all of his writing - so how is that not "putting HIMSELF on display? He stands by what he writes whether anyone else likes it or not. Despite the risks it poses - Just look at how FIXATED you've become with Adrian Ryan. Are you a stalker in the making? Is it time for Adrian to get a restricting order against you?

Your obsession with Adrian reminds me of a sexually frustrated
puritan who rants on about the evils of sex and then peeps into his daughters bedroom while she changes her clothes. How that Puritan covets, covets AND covets.

When and IF you ever grow a set of balls and start affixing your REAL name to your comments - I may actually take the time to read them in the future.

I'm sure others will agree.

I'm hot, and I'm not alone. So, the opposite of Adrian.

And I'm not a stalker. Stalking indicates interest in the subject.

I just moved a scant 4 blocks away from said QFC and have had two separate checkers throw my food around, be surly, and generally make me miserable for shelling out the dough that I do in the past two weeks. Yeah yeah yeah, the service industry sucks, boo hoo. I've done it, too, and you can damn well spare a smile or at least not be openly hateful as my two have been. I thought maybe I just needed to adjust to some sort of unknown bermuda triangle of jerkiness, but oh wait, I just moved from Olympia, queen city of jerky service providers. I expected better, Capitol Hill.