I was sitting at the parking lot in my with my fiance finishing our fast food before going shopping. I noticed a girl who was obviously intoxicated stumbling around outside flirting with a guy in a truck. At first we thought it was amusing seeing her stumble and look like an idiot. She started pulling up her shirt to the man in the truck. I was grossed out but still thought it was funny until she pulled off her pants and started peeing in the parking lot! This was 2pm on a Saturday. I am normally a very reserved person but I immediately got out of my car and yelled that she was DISGUSTING and that there were children around! “There’s a bathroom 50ft away in the store” I yelled. Her response, “I don’t want to get hepatitis.” Along with some other extremely rude comments. I stormed off inside and she continued flirting with the guy in the truck. I walked to costumer service and lets just say she got a free ride to jail.
Walking through the dairy aisle in Walmart, there was this couple in front of me. Being typical rude shoppers, they stopped in the middle of the aisle so that nobody could pass them. While the husband was perusing the yogurt section, his wife decided this was a good time to either scratch an itch or adjust her panties, not quite sure which because her hand COMPLETELY disappeared up her ass.
My reaction was a louder than planned, “SERIOUSLY?!?” The woman turned around and glared at me.
ME: “Yeah, I’m talking about you!”
This began a quite loud exchange of words between me, the woman standing next to me (she was on my side), the butt picker lady (BPL) and the butt picker’s husband (BPH).
The BPL told me I was rude and the BPH called me a few names. I screamed at her saying she had no manners. I then pointed out where the bathroom was and suggested that she use it to finish what she started and to wash her hands because I didn’t want her ass germs touching anything in the store, especially the food I was buying.
The woman next to me then chimed in and after a brief moment, I just had to walk away. I had to hurry up and get in front of these people so that the food I was going to pick up had less of a chance to be touch by her.
At the moment, I am working at a Subway inside of a Walmart.
I had a customer come in one day and everything started out smoothly. This lady had been coming in for quite some time, so I kind of recognized her. She’s your typical Walmart customer. Overweight, looking like trailer trash and riding (as we call them in our store) a fat cart. She orders a footlong tuna sandwich and wants us to put all the veggies on it. So, like I said, everything was going smooth until after the veggies were placed on the sandwich. That’s when she said to me, “This may be a strange request.” At this point, I’m thinking that I’ve heard many a people say that, and it’s never really that strange. So, I ask her what she wants and she proceeded to ask me to put 4 white macadamia nut cookies on her tuna sandwich. I think I gave her a really disgusted look, but I’m not sure. I obliged and placed the cookies on her sandwich, but she wasn’t done yet. She then asked me to cover the cookies with vinegar until they were soggy and ready to fall apart. Then to top it off, she made me double up on the mayo over the soggy cookies. At this point, I felt like I wanted to puke all over her sandwich. I think I may have a little into the back of my throat.
This lady is now a regular customer and she gets this same thing every single day.
I got into the checkout line behind a large mother with her 4 or 5 year old standing up in the cart. I had my headphones on and my iPod blaring but I could still hear the kid screaming that he ‘wants it’ and he is ‘hungry’. He was pulling at her shirt, kicking the stuff in the cart, hitting her chest, and screaming like an animal. I assumed he wanted a candy bar or something and I couldn’t help staring at his crazy behavior. Suddenly mom hit the point where she decided she’d had enough. She yelled, “FINE” and lifted her t-shirt up over his head so he could breastfeed. He reached up with both hands under her shirt and latched on. This was the single most horrifying moment of my life.