As I was walking into Walmart, there was a relatively normal looking group standing just outside the front doors, at the red “don’t drive into Walmart” poles. there were three normal looking adults, one child, about ten years old. The child started to run into the parking lot driving lane. The mother proceeds to shout, “If you don’t stop running out in the parking lot I’m gonna push you in front of a car.”
That’ll teach him.
how would people like if i posted some bad pics of you and comment on them!!! yea you proble not like that!! YOU MOTHER FUCKS ARE THE WORST STORE EVER!!!!!!!!!!
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!
So this one time I went into Walmart and there was an old guy handing out the carts. He asked me if I wanted one and I sarcastically said “No, I want a guy to walk behind me and carry my bags.”
The guy apparently didn’t know I wasnt for real and he actually had the cashier call over the speakers “John Peter to the front.” John Peter came to the front very excited and said “Yes sir, what do you need?”
“This lady here doesnt want a cart but she wants you to walk behind her and carry her items.” While all of this was going on, I was standing there cracking up. John said “Ma’am we dont offer that kind of service here, please take a cart and continue your shopping.”
When I left Walmart that day, the old man handing out the carts gave me a dirty look.