This was about 4 or 5 years ago in a Walmart near Orlando. It was quite late at night, so not very crowded, but there happened to be a couple with two young kids near the photo station in the center of the store. One parent was carrying one child and the other parent was pushing a kid sitting in the cart. They looked like a normal family…dressed just fine… not overweight…kids being quiet. I was busy trying to find camera batteries when I heard an unpleasant sound and looked up to see that the kid in the cart had lost his dinner all over the floor. After a considerable amount of vomiting, he looked pretty green yet, so I can understand the parents wanting to help him as quickly as possible, and maybe rushing off. Of course I thought one of them might take the kids and run to the rest room while the other tried to get help cleaning the floor. No. On both counts. While there was an employee working in the photo development area, the parents did not alert them, or anyone else…instead they casually pushed the cart away (the kid was still slightly wretching), as if nothing happened, and left a lovely mess on the concrete floor behind them (the wheels of the cart were also helping to drag the mess further along). I’m pretty sure the walmart employee looked up, but whether they heard or saw the mess (the photo counter may have blocked the view), they didn’t stop what they were doing. Finally, beyond disgusted, I alerted the employee to the “problem area”, and he/she said they’d take care of it. I think I left without buying anything….just hoping I wouldn’t run into the parents still shopping while their kid was continuing to be sick!
I feel like any minute now a big arm-bar is going to swing out with a Stop sign on it.
I didn’t get the memo that it was booty poppin’ day! The good news is that it is still early enough to participate. So c’mon everyone, drop those jeans down a few inches and act like you don’t feel that person behind you staring.
Utah & West Virginia
I was working at a Walmart outside of Baltimore. This very pale faced and shaking middle aged woman comes up to me. She doesn’t say a word, but in one hand she’s holding a pair of panties by the hanger. In the other was a glob of gooey stuff. I knew right away what it was, but I just gave her a rag, took the panties, and led her to the bathroom. I called the manager and explained the situation, he gave the customer a big discount. Only after she was gone did we go into the break room and laugh our asses off.