By TANYA BIANK
In my mother’s 45 years of commissary shopping, she’s seen it all: payday mayhem, screaming kids, long lines, bad fruit, child abuse, dress codes, and the occasional catfight over the last store coupon for Cheese Whiz.
Thankfully, commissary courtesy has evolved along with our kinder, gentler Army. These days, customer service is taken seriously, and shoppers are courteous.
For the most part, that is.