It never ceases to amaze me, the sincere lack of intelligence that creeps through our Walmart.
I had a return, which is almost like a death sentence. As I waited in the line at the customer service desk, all of two people deep, I had a conversation with the lady in line behind me. We were simply chatting about the 15 minute wait in a line two people deep and how it would be very beneficial to that store to get a couple of extra people there to wait on customers more efficiently. As we complained to each other (me sighing and rolling my eyes every couple of minutes, never mind the unconscious foot tapping…I swear I don’t do it on purpose…what?…I don’t) about the lack of service and how dirty the store is and how poor the management has always seemed to be…my turn finally came…
I stepped up to the customer service rep who was apparently listening in on our not so quiet conversation and she says…and I quote: “Yeaahhh, I’ma gonna get me back into some schooolin so’s I can get me some of that there business and manager type a degrees, so’s I can come backs to here’s and turn this here place around.”
Sincerely befuddled by the grammer, I put my head down towards the counter and once again rolled my eyes, giggled to myself just a little under my breath, and thought…maybe you shoulds get you’s some of that there grammer schoolin first!
Which then reminds me of reason number approximately 8 gagillion, why I hate the place with all of my heart…I know you are asking why do you still torment yourself by even pulling into the parking lot? It’s the closest “get everything done” kinda store we have here, and the prices are a lot
cheaper um er more reasonable than Target, and I am really frugal like that. I probably spend somewhere around $400 every two weeks on the essentials of living like groceries, and toiletries and such for this lovely family of seven, plus the four and a half pound dog. When I buy the same overflowing cart full of things at Target it ends up costing at least $100+ more. I can’t bring myself to “waste” that kind of cash twice a month just for the sake of my sanity, therefore I continue to torture myself and go to what has been lovingly referred to by the local folk for the past five years since it opened as “Ghetto Walmart”. Oh well, maybe I will win the lottery tonight and hire someone to do all of my shopping for me. What? It could happen!