To the young lady who helped me in Electronics. You were very sweet.
To the customer screaming in the Photo Department— I am sure there was a mistake made, but I really, really believe the clerk did not have you in mind when he started his shift. The clerk did not get out of bed today, come to work and mix up all the photos, all the while chuckling maniacally—Really. I will bet on it.
To the Photo Department Clerk—good job—that customer was a PAIN
To the customer in Pharmacy—I will bet it really was Medicare’s fault. I will bet the pharmacist did not create a new rule on the spot just to make you stand there and yell at him. And your choice of language was really not going to make things move faster.
To the pharmacist—I don’t think you made it better when you told that customer that you were “a very smart person.” I really don’t think you saying, “I have a doc-toooor-rate degree.” really made him think you were doing a better job. You were patronizing and antagonizing.
To the woman who was digging in the video bin (you know—where they dump 200 different titles and mix them all up) pull your skirt down. Really. Please. And you might be just a bit old to be wearing a skirt so short in the first place. TMI, baby, TMI.
To the woman with seven children who I chatted with in about five different departments—You were a bright spot for that whole trip.
To the cashier at the front register—you did an awful job sacking my purchases, you were rude and it was fortunate I didn’t get the receipt asking me to fill out a survey. I would have done it today.
To Mr. “I own a Dodge Ram Daytona King Cab with a Hemi’—learn how to park.
Sigh…Writing about Walmart…I am in sad shape…