I was a CSM in a brand new store that was pretty understaffed. Most of my lunches had to be covered by my support manager, or any assistant manager who was feeling nice.
One day when I came back, my support manager shoved the palm pilot and the schedule board into my hands and semi-yelled as she practically ran off, “I’M NEVER GOING TO COVER FOR YOU AGAIN!” … The lines weren’t long, customers seemed generally happy, all the breaks and meals were taken care of before I left… I didn’t know what her deal was until a service desk associate told me to go look at the lady standing at the service desk…
I stood there for a minute, signing slips and pretending to be there for a reason. I finally realized what she was talking about and almost tripped over myself while doing so — this lady had baby opossums in her hair!! LIVE baby opossums! The cashier finished the transaction and the other customers, who had been standing as far away as possible, came to the front, all astonished at the opossum lady…
Later I talked my APC (asset protection coordinator) to show me and the other CSM who came in a few hours later into showing us the tape. We watched as customers realized and backed off, covering their mouths while pointing at her hair.. But the real gem was our support manager, who was leaning towards her most of the time, not realizing the movement in her hair until she looked up about halfway through the transaction. She backed away suddenly – far enough to hit the back desk – and screamed not once, not twice, but three times all the while clutching at her heart. The lady wasn’t so amused…
Ah, man… One good thing that Walmart has done for me — I have some pretty dumbfounding stories now!!!
I have worked at Walmart now for about 8 months. I have seen and heard many stories about people stealing merchandise. Well, this one takes the cake. There was a lady in our store one night looking at underwear. This lady was quite large I may add. She approached one of my fellow employees working in lady’s fashion, and asked to try on some underwear. The employee said, “I’m sorry ma’am, but its company policy that you cannot try on underwear, due to health reasons.” The lady looked angry but went on her own way. I was working the next night and I was going around picking up loose merchandise around 9, not too long before the store closes. I was coming by women’s fashion, when I found an empty pack of women’s plus size underwear. I never thought much of it, until I was called back for a clean up in the ladies changeroom. By the looks of it, the lady must have went into the change room, left her dirty, and I mean DIRTY underwear behind, piled on the 6 pairs of underwear, and left. Needless to say I damn well had loads of protection on when I disposed of those. Wow, people can be disgusting!
While doing a bit of grocery shopping last week, I think I cracked the reason for the high obesity rate in America. As I rounded from one aisle to the next, I saw an end cap filled with various candy bars. There was a couple browsing the selection. I wouldn’t classify them as obese, but they were most certainly overweight. As the husband reached for a package of candy bars I overheard his wife say (with absolutely no sense of sarcasm in her voice), “Not those ones, grab the Mounds bars. They have coconut in them and you could use the extra fruit.”
One day, back in my college days in the 80’s, I worked as a cashier in the local Wal-Mart. I haven’t seen my natural father for at least 12 years at that point… was a nasty split between my mom and dad and I had no clue he lived in the town I went to college in.
I checked out the lady and she wrote a check… It had both HIS and HER Full names on the check. I looked up and asked her was Mr. ______ born on Valentine’s day in 1948. She snapped back… Yes he was… what’s it to you? She began to berate me for being so nosy and my favorite manager came over to investigate what was going on. I looked at the Manager and said I asked her if her husband Mr. ______ was born on valentines day in 1948 and she thinks I’m being nosy and wants to know what’s it to me.
I was trying to be gentle and kind about it, but she was being quite a witch about it… so I just looked her dead in the eye and said “Oh nothing much, that’s my dad… I haven’t seen him in years… so I guess that makes you my step mom.”
All the color went from her face and I thought she was going to hit the floor.
I have since made peace with Dad and Step-Momster (actually she was exactly what he needed to straighten him out and I’m glad he found her) now I when I go visit I visit with her more than him.
One time when she was in the hospital her sister asked her how she got such a caring son… she always answers… “I picked him up at Wal-Mart”.