Wal-Mart Incident

[mrdreamjeans]

The Divine Bovine and I were at Wal-Mart yesterday (yes, it is the biggest store in town:) to get my reading glasses repaired (which I just got last Fall and hate to admit needing). I was having a good day until the young salesperson who waited on me cheerily asked me, "Is this your son?" (referring to Timothy who was standing behind me).

In a gritted, strangulated tone, I answered, "Nooooo..." and then she said, "Oh, he must be your brother then. You look so much a like!" Arrrggghhh! I wanted to slap her perky, pretty (and so young) face! LOL!

Yes, Tim and I have reddish beards in common, but that is about it. Tim will dine out on that exchange for a long time:) In fact, I had to listen to him sing, Papa, Can You Hear Me" for the remainder of the day. (which I confess made me laugh).

This has happened before, but only in Texas!

Comments

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[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... I wish I had thought of that, but it would have shocked that little girl for the rest of the day, maybe her life:) I hate Wal-Mart too, except for how well the stock I purchased for my mother does! Hugs!

Crumple - "hiy"

[mncuddlecub.livejournal.com]

WalMart:
Successful -Yes
Am I happy for your mother -Yes, absolutely
Is it easy to find things at WalMart? No
Is that why I hate WalMart? One of a couple good reasons.
Is the "help" at WalMart ironically named? Very much so!

The last time I shopped at WalMart, I didn't buy anything. I was so disgusted with the fact that I couldn't find anything. How do they organize that store anyway? Never will you go anywhere else that you can have toys on one side of the isal, and cutlery on the other. Or have departments that actually bend.

-"Shoes? oh yes, just go to the cosmetics department, hang a right, then you will be in the shoe department. Oh Nike's specifically? Well make sure you walk to the end of the isal, hang a left, and you'll find them at the end of that isal. Yeah, next to the Crock Pots and Batteries."

I was so upset with the place, but had to stay because my room mate was buying some cheap working shirts... though he had trouble finding his size because the hangers were labeled differently than what the actual shirt sizes were.

We then proceeded to check out, at which the clerk did not speak one single word to either of us. He didn't even tell my roomie the total charge for the purchase, he had to just lean over to see what the screen said. The clerk did make a noise though, oh yes! One at a time, he'd crumple up one of my roomies shirts -not folded, crumpled into a ball- and slam dunk the shirt into the plastic bag making a "Hiy" sound. Crumple- "hiy", crumple- "hiy", crumple- "hiy".

It was truly an amazing thing.

Re: Crumple - "hiy"

[mrdreamjeans.livejournal.com]

I will not mention Wal-Mart again. I will not mention Wal-Mart again. I will not mention Wal-Mart again. I will, however, enjoy the stock splits of...uhm...uh.... that company in Bentonville, Arkansas:) I will from now on out only talk about Hersheys. There is always room for chocolate talk....

Re: Crumple - "hiy"

[mncuddlecub.livejournal.com]

Actually I don't really like chocolate. BUT unlike Wal... that company in Betonville Arkansas, I CAN understand why a person would like chocolate. I'm more of a Vanilla cub!