Where’s The Beef?
I was in the customer service line at a local Walmart. A very loud, saggy-skinned lady was at the counter attempting to talk the clerk into returning something. It turns out it was a big chunk of meat… no wrapper, no receipt, just a piece of meat in a non-Walmart grocery bag. She got tired of yelling at the clerk who denied her return and asked for the manager. A manager came over and he too said she couldn’t return the meat. She didn’t like this. So, she poked at his name tag and said “I asked for the MANAGER, you are an ASSISTANT Manager!” He said that he was a manager and that she was not going to return the meat. She made some comment about how he was so effeminate that she couldn’t tell whether he was male or female. Then came the best part… she swings the bag of meat and smacks the manager in the head with it! At that point an undercover security guard who was watching the whole ordeal rushed up to control her. She fell into the rug doctor display and proceeded to yell profanities and complain of arthritis and osteoporosis. She then whipped out her cell phone and called the police which were apparently on her speed dial. I’m guessing this wasn’t her first run around with the local law enforcement.