Knowing full well that Wal-Mart
is crazy stupid on a Saturday
especially with a rainy forecast
for the whole weekend
and with the on set
of Halloween and Christmas lurking
around the corner
I decided to go anyway.
I did my rounds to pick up a few things
and made my way to the check out lines
which as usual
weren’t all open
and long as hell
however I knew this going in
so really I had no one to blame but myself
for taking my chances.
While standing and waiting
in a very long line,
an old fart
(and I am trying to remain nice here)
was ahead of me.
He clearly looked
like someone crapped in his corn flakes
judging by the scowl on his face,
and he sort of resembled Don Rickles
in a small and very weird way.
He managed to stop a young man
wearing his blue vest
and running past us
with a hand full of boxes in his hand.
The old fart needed to make it very clear
how annoyed he was
and reaming the poor young lad
for such an inconvenience.
Telling him he had better things to do
than to stand in a long line up
and if they wanted his money
the store should open more registers when it’s this busy.
As the red-faced kid stood there
completely unsure of what to say
(not that the old poop gave him a chance to speak anyway)
he still listened to his grumbling and complaining anyway.
At this point I had enough
and needed to say something.
“Sir, if you’re that upset
why not make your complaint to the store manager
instead of a part-time employee
who looks like he might have just started his job yesterday.”
I pointed to the customer service desk directly ahead of us saying,
“it’s right there, by all means go for it!”
It amuses me
because when some people
who think they can intimidate other people
how quickly they can turn
into complete chicken sh*ts.
The best part was even though
he spewed off a few times earlier
(and of course in a very loud tone to draw attention)
that he should just leave
and they didn’t deserve to get his money,
the old poop stayed
to buy what he needed anyway
(a little quieter I may add)
Now don’t get me wrong,
his point is valid
and it’s so annoying to be looking at unused registers
with so many people standing in such long lines
even when the store knows this anyway
and trust me,
patience is not one of my most endearing qualities
and I do get just as aggravated,
however everyone and their dog
and myself included
knows first hand
that complaining to a
young man or young lady
working part-time hours on the weekend
in a little blue vest
will basically get you no-where.
Second of all,
it’s always nuts on a Saturday
and we all know this,
so really you have a decision to make
before you step out the door,
unless playing Russian roulette
with your blood pressure
is some form of entertainment
that you truly enjoy.
Oh and please don’t give me the excuse,
Saturday is my only day to shop.
Stores are open 7 days a week
and unless you work all 7 days
doing 16 hour shifts
than I guess you have every right
to bitch and complain
about having to shop on a Saturday.
A quick observation about Mr Grumpy Ass,
he looked like he should be retired,
so I couldn’t help but think
Saturday can’t be his only option.
I used to work retail
many moons ago,
and nothing could ruin my day more
than getting yelled at by some cranky person
for something completely out of my control
or something I knew in my heart
needed to change
but it wasn’t in my hands to make it happen.
So the next time you decide you’re going to go shopping
knowing full well how busy it’s going to be,
and how aggravated you will more than likely become,
take a second to remember this.
That employee you manage to corner
or try to intimidate
(and if you look closely won’t have a name tag saying “store manager”)
isn’t going to sound any alarms
or announce over the loud-speaker
that because you have entered the building
a parade will lead you to your own personal check out lane.
I caught up with that young man after the old poop incident
because I remembered how it felt myself.
What was technically a good day for the most part
was something I couldn’t wrap my head around
because of one very annoyed person
taking aim at me.
I just wanted the young lad to know
that what just happened
and told him this.
“I hope that man didn’t upset you?”
I asked him to please try to remember one important thing
that I had learned a very long time ago.
“Some people have nothing better to do
than be miserable
so please do yourself a favour
and don’t let one bad moment
destroy a full day of good ones.”
I think he got it
but he did look a bit confused,
so it basically came down to this!
A little something we all need to think about!
Make it a great day everybody 🙂