At Stew Leonard’s the customer is always right — it says so right there, in stone — but I wonder what Stewie and Tommy think about the customer I saw a couple of days ago. He grabbed 3 wings from the tray, chomped ’em down, then tossed the bones in a nearby trash can.
Or the woman who — the same day — grabbed bagels for her 3 kids (and 1 for herself). The family devoured them as they strolled through the store.
Or the guy a few days earlier who served himself a heaping dish of ziti and meatballs, then casually ate it all — with his fingers — before checking out.
But shouldn’t the store be the one to decide what’s on the house?
What’s next — opening wraps and a soda, then digging in?
Asking for a free slice of pizza or sushi?
Putting on a cashmere sweater, then walking out into the parking lot?
I’m a Stew’s customer, but I’m not sure those folks mentioned above are right.
But if they are — great! The lasagna, blackened salmon and enchiladas are calling my name.