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So, yeah. I leave work, head to the town that's closest to home's Wal-Mart "H".
I am the SC in this story, and I am unashamed.
I remember the milk, check the electronics for a DS, and see none. I figured if I asked a clerk, they could tell me what day they get shipments, and I could find it myself through that day... but no clerks anywhere.
So, I hit the little bell on the counter..... ........ ....... =/
Nothing for 15min., so I walk off, pay for milk, and ask the cashier about the date. She replies,"Oh, the electronics guys are all having a going away party in housewares, go ask them." Mmmmm... >_< Just go home, put away milk.
..gah, I forgot the cat food, which is only in next town over's Wal-Mart "O".
So I drive there, on the way almost run over a rampant kid, which does nothing good for me.
In Wal-Mart O, I go straight to electronics, and find.......... all but one playing Guitar Hero. I go to the clerk on the desk.
Me: Excuse me, ma'am?
Her: ........*stapling a single piece of paper fo some reason*
Me: Ma'am.
Her: OH HEY GUY
Random guy walks up, not a co-worker, and apparently a friend. I am ignored and angry. So, I do what I usually do in these situations.
I hissed at her.
She looked at me with confusion, and said,"What do you want?"
Me: To get waited on, perhaps?"
Her: Hmm, so Guy--
Me: Oh hell no. I just want a one word answer, then you can go to pretend working.
Her/Guy: OH MAH GAWD!
Me: When does the sipment usually come in?
Her: Well. When it comes in.
Me:...
She and Guy laugh.
Me: Thanks ahh, "Marge." I'll let your manager know about your bang-up job here.
And I go get my catfood. 20lb bag, toting it one armed. Not in the least wobbly.
Go to the quick check-outs, this guy in front of me has the same cat food, and lots of other items (20+ you twit! COUNT!). He looks at me long enough to make me uncomfy, and I give him a (see icon) face.
He starts patting the corner of the counter like a rabid dog, saying," Here here here, set it down here that's much too heavy for you, here here here, put it down come on." I say,"No thanks... no ... I'm fine... no.. mm... SHUT UP!"
So he stops, the cashier kindof laughs.
He leaves, cashier lady rings me up, tells me price, I swipe card.
Her: Some damn people. Stupid fags.
Me: >_< What?
Her: He's obviously a fag. They take too long.
Now, in this area of TN, its half n half of people who talk as such or are polite. I chose to join her side at the moment.
Me: What the hell, woman.
Her: What?
Me: You are a shallow, unending pool of moron. I wish a piece of bread would land in you, and soak you up to throw a few I.Q. points your way.
I took my cat food and left.
I know I didn't handle everything the best way, and I left out a lot of things that happened in between those spots. Aggravation from work doesn't help, but I really get sick of it everywhere else.
Open back up the Mom n Pop shops, please! No more Wally World adventures.
I am the SC in this story, and I am unashamed.
I remember the milk, check the electronics for a DS, and see none. I figured if I asked a clerk, they could tell me what day they get shipments, and I could find it myself through that day... but no clerks anywhere.
So, I hit the little bell on the counter..... ........ ....... =/
Nothing for 15min., so I walk off, pay for milk, and ask the cashier about the date. She replies,"Oh, the electronics guys are all having a going away party in housewares, go ask them." Mmmmm... >_< Just go home, put away milk.
..gah, I forgot the cat food, which is only in next town over's Wal-Mart "O".
So I drive there, on the way almost run over a rampant kid, which does nothing good for me.
In Wal-Mart O, I go straight to electronics, and find.......... all but one playing Guitar Hero. I go to the clerk on the desk.
Me: Excuse me, ma'am?
Her: ........*stapling a single piece of paper fo some reason*
Me: Ma'am.
Her: OH HEY GUY
Random guy walks up, not a co-worker, and apparently a friend. I am ignored and angry. So, I do what I usually do in these situations.
I hissed at her.
She looked at me with confusion, and said,"What do you want?"
Me: To get waited on, perhaps?"
Her: Hmm, so Guy--
Me: Oh hell no. I just want a one word answer, then you can go to pretend working.
Her/Guy: OH MAH GAWD!
Me: When does the sipment usually come in?
Her: Well. When it comes in.
Me:...
She and Guy laugh.
Me: Thanks ahh, "Marge." I'll let your manager know about your bang-up job here.
And I go get my catfood. 20lb bag, toting it one armed. Not in the least wobbly.
Go to the quick check-outs, this guy in front of me has the same cat food, and lots of other items (20+ you twit! COUNT!). He looks at me long enough to make me uncomfy, and I give him a (see icon) face.
He starts patting the corner of the counter like a rabid dog, saying," Here here here, set it down here that's much too heavy for you, here here here, put it down come on." I say,"No thanks... no ... I'm fine... no.. mm... SHUT UP!"
So he stops, the cashier kindof laughs.
He leaves, cashier lady rings me up, tells me price, I swipe card.
Her: Some damn people. Stupid fags.
Me: >_< What?
Her: He's obviously a fag. They take too long.
Now, in this area of TN, its half n half of people who talk as such or are polite. I chose to join her side at the moment.
Me: What the hell, woman.
Her: What?
Me: You are a shallow, unending pool of moron. I wish a piece of bread would land in you, and soak you up to throw a few I.Q. points your way.
I took my cat food and left.
I know I didn't handle everything the best way, and I left out a lot of things that happened in between those spots. Aggravation from work doesn't help, but I really get sick of it everywhere else.
Open back up the Mom n Pop shops, please! No more Wally World adventures.
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