This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every moring: great is thy faithfulness. The Lord is my portion saith my soul: therefore will I hope in him. The Lord is good unto them that wait for Him, to the soul that seeketh him. It is good that a man should both hope and quietly wait for the salvation of the LORD. Lamentations 3: 21-26

Thursday, June 19, 2008

What I Really Wanted to Say at Wal-Mart Was…

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…

10 comments:

annie said...

That was funny and reminded me of many of my own trips to Wally World.

Barbara H. said...

LOL! I have had many similar thoughts at Wal-Mart!

debbiewhitlock said...

That is too funny! Love it.. and I've been there also..

Have a great day!

Carrie said...

Sounds like a rotten shopping trip. I've had a few of those. Hope the next one is better.

sheryl said...

lmho...can soooo relate to this post!
Great post...thanks for todays laugh!

Donna said...

This post left me smiling. Thanks for the smile.

Heidi @ GGIP said...

I think i could write a similar post about Walmart. It would be VERY similar!

luvmy4sons said...

Writing about Wal-Mart....hilarious. We can all relate. I hope that my behavior never sparks a blog that reflects me as an inconsiderate boob! BUT I can't say that I haven't been rushed, hurried, irritable and maybe even out of control before in Wal-Mart! LOL!

Sonya said...

Oh my goodness! These things happen around me almost every time I'm in Walmart! For a second, I thought you were writing about my last shopping trip!

freetofly said...

What a hoot! You are so droll! I LOVE your heart and your writing!

I have to say in my years I have been both the frustrator and the frstratee! I would so rather be the frustratee! :) Though it DOES make me dread Walmart! :)


Love this post! You rock, Julie!
Maria