Garden Centre Madness

Once again I got the outside to the point of being able to see what is needed from the garden centre and make a list of things to purchase. Going thru the entrance became a brand new reason for confusion. There were absolutely rows and rows of tiny pots of flowers, so jambed together that it was impossible to really see what there was. I know that these places don't have a lot of storage space to keep things so that they can be put out in a more attractive fashion to non-shoppers like myself, but in order for me to drop my cash down, it had better be something that appeals to me. There are no deals in these places, so I need to be able to breathe while I'm there trying to make my selections. Looking for pruners? They are over there in that box, right next to the boxes of . . . um, er, everything else. Do they not have time? Do they not have staff? Whatever the problem is, they need to address it. I kept looking at my list, put things I could easily find into my basket and left. I'll need to do another trip over when things thin out and the plants are half dead, causing them to be on for half price so they don't lose too much cash. Look, I realize that its a business and they need to make a profit, to cover expenses. I just think that if they are going to want to charge me for merchandise, that I deserve to feel like I am being appreciated for my patronage. Maybe these centres with a very small season need to think about joining forces and have one huge farm with all the merchandise and people available in one space. I know it would turn into a fifty acre endeavour, but it would also be a better run facility that could cater to customers better. Enough parking, enough staff, enough space to spread out the plants and display them to non-shoppers who get confused easily. Meg