You can’t go once to Wal-Mart without something interesting happening. Although this Wal-Mart event dates back to the Christmas holidays, it still sticks in my mind as a Tale of Wal-Mart rant.
OK, so day after Christmas sales a.k.a. Boxing Day sales here in Canada are like U.S. holiday Black Friday sales. Everything goes cheap, and the freaks come in droves. Unfortunately, a video game I wanted was on super cheap at, low and behold, Wal-Mart. After being closed on Christmas Day, the store was open early at 7 am. I live in a smaller city so I thought if I went slightly after opening, the crowds would dissipate and I’d be good. The parking lot was practically empty so this really had me going for awhile. Until I saw the electronics section.
In my Wal-Mart, the electronics section is at the back of the store, with the electronics section checkout at the right part of it. There was a line up down the whole aisle with the checkout, extending around and back down the next aisle. A line up full of fatties and simpletons galore. But mostly fatties.
So, anyway, of course the game I wanted was in the aisle with the checkout. My only option at this point was to join the line and wait to get to the gaming part. *Sigh*.
In front of me in the line, is a simpleton, who can’t stop turning around and looking at me for no apparent reason, listening to every word people are saying in their conversations. With her, it appears at this point, to be her mother or some family member, who is darn near obese, leaning on a cart, which is empty. This alone is taking up too much space for customers, so of course everyone is glaring at her but she doesn’t take the hint.
I give this woman benefit of a doubt, thinking perhaps her cart is empty because she is waiting to buy a large TV or gaming system. After fifteen minutes of waiting and having this fat simpleton turning around to stare on occasion, I realize this line was not to pay, it was only to choose a game!!! At this point I am about to snap, but see the douche worker and ask for that game I wanted. He picks it out and adds it to his stack of like ten games and says you can’t have it until you are about to pay. This was an outrage. So, there is the stack sitting at the checkout and you can’t touch it until you ask the guy to pick it out at the checkout. Furious, I wait another fifteen minutes, behind fatty, just to get to pay for it.
But this is not the point of my rant. The main rant was this fatty. On the second wait, her cart is still empty. Douche worker comes by again and she has the nerve to ask the guy, if he can pick out a certain DVD for her from a bin two aisles away!! He says to her she will have to go check and that isn’t part of his job. She still stays in line, hogging up space with her effing cart.
Finally, it is her turn to “pay” for what I’d like to know, because the cart is still empty and she won’t budge to go look for her DVD because she will lose her place in line. Selfish broad says to the manager who happened to be running the checkout, the same question after he looks blankly in her cart and sees nothing. “Can you help me find such and such movie?”
Continued blank stare from manager. “The bin is over there, you will have to look through it yourself. For now, you must get out of the way of paying customers.”
She slowly pushes her cart out of the way and stands there, as if the pressure of her presence will force him to leave his post and find her DVD. This slob actually thought she was so special she could hold up a line for a half hour and get custom service, at Wal-Mart. Go figure.
Finally, I get my game and I get the heck out of there. The fatty was still there last I checked, with about fifteen people waiting to pay. Like they are supposed to wait while the cashier/ manager runs off to get her movies. Incredible.
How many times must I say this – Fatties think the world revolves around them.
