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I hate Walmart.
There is a nicer Walmart in town (we have 3 x_x), but it's the farthest away. The one that's 2 miles from my house sucks. They should just give up and rename it Mos Eisley. "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany."
I usually try to avoid Walmart. There's only three reasons we shop there. 1) I'm looking for deals on Lego sets. 2) It's 11pm and EVERYTHING else is closed. 3) We're trying to hire a ship to take us to Alderaan.
One night we broke our rules and went there. I really have NO idea why. Maybe it was reason 1, but I think it was because we couldn't find a decent cast iron frying pan in town. Doesn't matter.
Anyway, I get called over by one of those large (not quite Jabba) old ladies in one of those electric carts. You know the ones with the little basket in front that zip around like pod racers, trying to run you down as they try to make the hard left turn into the twinkie aisle. Her cart wasn't moving.
Apparently this R2 unit had a bad motivator.
So she called ME over. I don't work at Walmart (apologies to those who do!). I wasn't in uniform and neither was the wife. She asked me to push her to the front of the store!
WTF?!? These AREN'T the employees you're looking for!
I tried to tell her I'd go get an employee and yet she insisted I push her to the front. PUSH her in her little wondercart to the front of the store. She was near the BACK. ME. She did NOT want an employee.
My wife was just in shock she would ask. I could barely speak. This... this... PERSON had the gall to ask ANOTHER CUSTOMER to push them in their cart to the front. So I took a deep breath and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Um... ok."
Yup. I pushed her to the front of the store. She must have used a Jedi mind trick on me or something.
Now it wasn't a straight line to the front. We had to make some turns here and there to get from the back right of the store to the front, so she had to steer around aisle and displays. Stopping to point out interesting items to her friend.
Oh, I didn't mention her friend? Another wrinkled old Yoda lady, but she could walk fine. She couldn't push the cart, but she could have sent her friend to get an EMPLOYEE!
Anyway, me, former boyscout and padawan pushed her bulk and this heavy landspeeder of hers (I think the brakes turn on automatically when the power's off!) to the front of the store. I'm too nice sometimes.
We get near the front and she (barely) thanks me. Panting, I walk off, speechless. My wife didn't know if she should bitch at the lady or laugh at me or both. And I think the lady WALKED from the registers to where they store the carts to get a new cart too!
I don't know. Do I LOOK like I work at every store in existance? Am I TOO nice to tell off a lady in an electric cart? Are people REALLY that rude in Walmart? Am I a little short to be a Stormtrooper?
There is a nicer Walmart in town (we have 3 x_x), but it's the farthest away. The one that's 2 miles from my house sucks. They should just give up and rename it Mos Eisley. "You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany."
I usually try to avoid Walmart. There's only three reasons we shop there. 1) I'm looking for deals on Lego sets. 2) It's 11pm and EVERYTHING else is closed. 3) We're trying to hire a ship to take us to Alderaan.
One night we broke our rules and went there. I really have NO idea why. Maybe it was reason 1, but I think it was because we couldn't find a decent cast iron frying pan in town. Doesn't matter.
Anyway, I get called over by one of those large (not quite Jabba) old ladies in one of those electric carts. You know the ones with the little basket in front that zip around like pod racers, trying to run you down as they try to make the hard left turn into the twinkie aisle. Her cart wasn't moving.
Apparently this R2 unit had a bad motivator.
So she called ME over. I don't work at Walmart (apologies to those who do!). I wasn't in uniform and neither was the wife. She asked me to push her to the front of the store!
WTF?!? These AREN'T the employees you're looking for!
I tried to tell her I'd go get an employee and yet she insisted I push her to the front. PUSH her in her little wondercart to the front of the store. She was near the BACK. ME. She did NOT want an employee.
My wife was just in shock she would ask. I could barely speak. This... this... PERSON had the gall to ask ANOTHER CUSTOMER to push them in their cart to the front. So I took a deep breath and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Um... ok."
Yup. I pushed her to the front of the store. She must have used a Jedi mind trick on me or something.
Now it wasn't a straight line to the front. We had to make some turns here and there to get from the back right of the store to the front, so she had to steer around aisle and displays. Stopping to point out interesting items to her friend.
Oh, I didn't mention her friend? Another wrinkled old Yoda lady, but she could walk fine. She couldn't push the cart, but she could have sent her friend to get an EMPLOYEE!
Anyway, me, former boyscout and padawan pushed her bulk and this heavy landspeeder of hers (I think the brakes turn on automatically when the power's off!) to the front of the store. I'm too nice sometimes.
We get near the front and she (barely) thanks me. Panting, I walk off, speechless. My wife didn't know if she should bitch at the lady or laugh at me or both. And I think the lady WALKED from the registers to where they store the carts to get a new cart too!
I don't know. Do I LOOK like I work at every store in existance? Am I TOO nice to tell off a lady in an electric cart? Are people REALLY that rude in Walmart? Am I a little short to be a Stormtrooper?
And you did it?!?!
side in me *really* wants a blaster sometimes.
the SW references. Even got a SW:Ep1:TPM mention in it too!
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