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As I am being a good wife for Mr. Sparkle I go to Wal-Mart and purchase him some Guiness and some pop corn seasoning (yummmm white cheddar). I should really know better than to go into Wal-Mart at any time but it was the closest store. I am in the self checkout ID ready and bank card ready. They "lady" in front of me has a full loaded cart that she has almost completed scanning. She is rather short tempered as she is yelling at her three boys. The boys were rather well behaved just tired and cranky, they looked like they had been out all day as they had a bit of a sunburn to them.
Anyway she finishes her transaction and pays, not problems. She walks away and then finds out she did not get her receipt, it did not print. I had already scanned the seasoning and a soda for me and was getting ready to scan the beverage and was waiting for the cashier to check my ID. She comes over and rips open the lid of the printer and starts grabbing. The automatic shut off happens. I ask her why she did that, "Well I do this all the time", "NOT" Something tells me that you would not sully your self doing labor, you are just a witch. I tell her that she should have waited for the associate. She tells me the F*** off. The cashier has now came over and sees the carnage that is the register. I then praise the "lady" on her vocabulary and witty comeback. The cashier declares the register broken and glares at the lady. She slinks away. Hubby gets his beverage, I get vent
Anyway she finishes her transaction and pays, not problems. She walks away and then finds out she did not get her receipt, it did not print. I had already scanned the seasoning and a soda for me and was getting ready to scan the beverage and was waiting for the cashier to check my ID. She comes over and rips open the lid of the printer and starts grabbing. The automatic shut off happens. I ask her why she did that, "Well I do this all the time", "NOT" Something tells me that you would not sully your self doing labor, you are just a witch. I tell her that she should have waited for the associate. She tells me the F*** off. The cashier has now came over and sees the carnage that is the register. I then praise the "lady" on her vocabulary and witty comeback. The cashier declares the register broken and glares at the lady. She slinks away. Hubby gets his beverage, I get vent
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