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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

At least it wasn't on fire?.....

Ok, another Wal-mart rant... This happened last summer when I was answering the phones. I had just recently had knee surgery, and was bound to a stool answering the phones at the fitting room. I was minding my own business when this lady with NEON PINK hair walked up to me and threw a bag in front of me. I was so not ready for what she was about to say. She looked around to see if anyone was listening and then said this-"That bag has SHIT in it!" I know my mouth must have hit the floor. I just looked at her with this confused look on my face and said what anyone in my situation would have said, "What?!"

"It has shit in it, I was looking through it and stuck my hand in it. WHY DON'T YOU PEOPLE CHECK YOUR BAGS?!" At this point i'm laughing at her and I can't really control it, I look at her and say, "Well ma'am we don't normally have to check our bags for that." She stormed off leaving me with the poo poo bag, only to come back and say this: " And it's in my FINGERNAILS! I'm going to sue Wal-mart. My children saw this, and i'm so embarrassed...." blah blah blah..... I ask her if she'd like me to call a manager and she storms off Neon Pink hair, 6 inch nails and all.

I'm not really sure what kind of poo had contaminated the said-bag.....but it made for an interesting day. By the way, before you go rummaging around in bags/purses at Wal-mart you may want to put on gloves.

Confessions of a Wal-Mart Employee....

Ok---I know that I talk a lot about good ol' wal-mart here, I have no choice- This is why:

I'm working at the registers because we were busy and there weren't enough cashiers. This man walks up to me and I say, "Hi." He replies, "No I'm not, do I look high?" I look at him and bag his items.... I say, " It's $3.43." He holds out a five dollar bill and I reach for it as I grab it, he pulls it back. So I laugh thinking *I'll kick you in the face if you don't let go... He starts to hand it to me again, and again I fall for this HILARIOUS game we're playing. Ok sir it's $3.43.... again he pulls away the money----I shot him a look so good that if looks could kill he would have died many many times.

I turn to my drawer get the change and he finally lets go of the 5..... WHY! Why do people have to act like this? Do you think it's cute? I laugh and speak under my breath, but it really really irritates me. I've been standing in one spot all day long hearing BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEP....Grabbing, turning, grabbing, turning. I feel like I'm in the twilight zone when I'm checking, my feet hurt, my back hurts, I have a major headache, and if you don't let go of the money I'm liable to rip off your arm and shove it into my till!

*deep breaths*