I had been a CSM for about a year. We weren’t really busy that night so a bunch of us were standing at the service desk talking. A customer was returning a box of stuffing (the white fluff used to stuff pillows or teddy bears). She didn’t have her receipt so we used her ID and put the money on a gift card. No problems and she left. After a couple minutes, the box she returned started moving on its own and there were scratching noises coming from the inside. I’m thinking there is a mouse or a rat inside. We got a big clear trash bag and carefully emptied the contents of the box into this trash bag. We stare at the trash bag and notice something big moving. So, now I’m thinking…RAT! No, it was a white ferret. At some point before she brought this box to return it, her white pet ferret climbed into the box of white stuffing. Since we had used her ID, we called the local police station and gave them her drivers license number and they called her and she came and picked him up. But we had fun playing with him until she got there!
My son and I were walking back to our car which was parked way out near the street when we heard a squealing of tires and a crash. We looked over into the next row of parked cars to see a woman in a midsize green car pushing a parked car as she turned left. She pushed the parked car into the next 3 cars in that row crashing them all together like dominoes. Then she moved to the cars parked across the aisle and hit one of those pushing it into another 5 cars before she finally stopped. Making a total of 10 wrecked cars from one crazy WalMart driver (11 if you count hers). I grabbed my seven year old and ran away from the area. In case she started going again I didn’t want my son to be injured.
To start out, I’m gothic. On this particular day I was wearing black jeans, a black T-shirt, several spiked leather bands on my wrists, a pink and black dog collar and, a Nightmare Before Christmas hat. I stopped at Walmart a couple days before Halloween to pick up a few things on my way to work. Another customer came up to me and told me she really liked my costume. I told her it’s not really a costume if I dress like this every day. She flipped out and accused be of being the devil. Her exaxct words were: “You’re one of those devil people, aren’t you!?” and then she ran away. A bunch of other people heard the exchange and started laughing.
So after my high school graduation ceremony, my mom, grandmother, aunt and I made a trip to the local Wal Mart to get some supplies for my graduation party. We’re all still dressed up from the ceremony, me in a cute but modest dress, trying to get out of there as quickly as possible because frankly, the place is scary as hell.
Somehow I get left guarding the cart in a makeup aisle while my group dispersed for a few minutes. I’m waiting patiently, watching all the “lovely” people go by, when an old man passes the end of the aisle. No big deal, right? Then he comes back, and walks up to my cart.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for my wife.”
“OK.” I’m assuming he’s old and senile, but what can I do? I don’t know what his wife looks like.
“Would you like to be my wife tonight?”
WTF? Still thinking he’s old and crazy, I try to be polite with “Um, I have a boyfriend, I don’t think he would like that.”
“He can be with my wife then, and you can be my wife for tonight.”
At this point my mom comes back, and I give her the “OMG” eyes. She says “It’s time to go.”
He looks at her, looks at me, and says, “See how jealous she is of you?”
Mom says, “OK, it’s reaaaaally time to go.”
Directly to my mother: “But she wants to make love to me.”
We booked it out of there so fast, the shock didn’t even set in. And when we told the story to my aunt and grandma, we had to keep grandma from going back in and beating the crap out of the old man. I will never, ever forget that day, or go to Walmart alone.