3.19.2006

Wal-Mart

I try not to laugh at little old ladies, because I realize that I may be one someday, but earlier this afternoon I couldn't help it...

...I had to stop at Wal-Mart on my way home from lunch today. A little old lady came up behind me in line, nearly running me over with her shopping cart, and complained to me about the fact that she couldn't find anyone to help her locate an item. I mumbled a reply ("hmm") and turned to the cashier, who was by this time scanning my items.

As I started to ask the cashier a question, the little old lady interrupted and said, "Isn't there anyone in this store who can help me?"

"There are people in each department, but they're really busy. They have a lot of things they have to do," replied the cashier.

"I've been wandering through this whole store looking for something, and I couldn't find any employee to help me. I can't believe this. I'm never coming back to this store, and I'm going to call and speak to a manager as soon as I get home."

"Ma'am, I can call a manager and have him come so you can speak to him now, if you'd like."

"No, that's all right," the lady said. "Do you have gift boxes?"

"We have some over there," the cashier pointed and told the lady the price.

"You have to pay for them?" the lady looked shocked. Apparently she'd confused Wal-Mart with a store that provides more than rock-bottom prices. "You don't do gift-wrapping?"

I'm glad I don't work at Wal-Mart.

1 comment:

Bret said...

ah, the many adventures spawned by a casual trip to Wal-Mart... I'll have to put that in my book somewhere...

Who got married?