I was with my sister at Walmart and the lines were painfully long. Everyone was waiting, but one lady on a motorized cart (who we saw several times at the store in passing) decided that she was in the right to cut ahead of EVERYONE in line, and started putting her items onto the conveyor belt for the self check-out.
Of course, everyone was royally pissed, and like most people, no one wanted to say a WORD about it except for the lady in front of us, and behind the line-cutter.
She started saying, “I’m sorry, but there’s a thing called a line. You have to wait like everyone else!”
The lady in the cart began to haul herself out of the cart (because she was quite a sizeable lady) and said “I had my stuff down on the conveyor belt first! Besides, my kids were here!” That’s when the 2 little ragamuffin kids that were looking at the candy bars in the aisle looked over, and ran to “help” their mother, by making kicking/punching motions, and faces at the lady.
The lady ahead of us calmy said, “I don’t care if they were here! They weren’t in front of me, and neither were you.” Then she looked at her children and said “Is that what your mommy taught you? To be rude to other people?”
By this time, a Wal-mart employee came and diffused the situation, and the line-cutter plus her 2 kids went to the back of the line as everyone applauded for the lady who stuck up for herself (and everyone else).
While shopping at Wal-Mart during the worst shopping day of the year (Black Friday) almost 2 years ago, my wife and I were walking to the electronics to see if they had a few of the Xbox 360 games and SD memory cards that were on sale left to sell. I had decided to try and swim through the sea of Wal-Creatures (too many to count, I thought I was in a circus!) while leaving my wife in an area with less people (since we had our son with us and he was only 5 months old and we were unable to get a baby-sitter)when I finally get stuck and have to wait until some people clear out of the way.
This is when I notice that there is an old lady, probably in her late 70’s or early 80’s, wearing a rediculously large fur coat. Not entirely surprising, except for the fact that she had nothing in her cart. Not even a sale’s ad. Intrigued, I watch for a moment as she then begins to look around as though she was doing something suspicious, and I was rewarded a few moments later with a startling show.
She slowly pushed her cart out of the way and squeezed herself through the people until she reached a rather large woman’s cart full of clothes, toys, games, and a 32″ tv and start to walk off with it while the fat lady was arguing with a clerk about the price of some video game. I stood in utter amazement as the tiny, fur wearing gremlin made it probably 30 feet before the large ogre of a women realized that her cart was missing and thundered after the old lady! I watched the exchange of curses as the old lady said that it was HER cart to begin with and the fat lady was calling her “an old senile bitch”.
How the whole thing stopped, you wonder? The fat lady pulled out the largest pair of skivvies I had ever seen and said quite loudly “If this is your cart then why the f*@$ would you be buying these?!”
The old lady didn’t skip a beat with her response, said straight faced “They’re for my nephew who’s a drag queen.”
After hearing that, I busted out laughing and headed back to my wife.
As my husband, our good friends and I were leaving Walmart one night my husband spots what he thinks is a wad of dollar bills on the ground. He picks it up only to discover it is $1 wrapped around a piece of poo.
Freaked out he drops the money and we look around for the hidden cameras and hand sanitizer. That had to have been a prank. Who would wrap a piece of poo with money and leave it outside of a Walmart?
As we look around for the hidden camera we spot a typical Walmart customer bend over, pick up the poo encrusted dollar, shake off the bill, wipe it on her sweat pants and stick it in her pocket.
I pulled into the local Wal-Mart over the weekend and saw something that I had to pass on. The Girl Scouts were out front selling cookies, approaching customers as they exited the store.
Two little girls, about 8 years old go bouncing up to this old woman in one of those electric scooter/shopping cart things. “Hi, we are with—-”
They are interrupted by the old woman shouting: “You two can go fuck yourselves!” The little girls and the parents were stunned into silence. The cranky old woman rolled off towards her car, not saying anything else.
I was sort of horrified but still choking back laughter as I strolled into the store.