You Better Watch Yourself…
I’ve been working for Wal-Mart for a couple of years and I am still continually shocked and amazed by some of the people that I see walking through the store on a daily basis.
A few days ago, I was dealing with a customer who was angry because we had stopped carrying a certain brand of coffee. I explained to him, as politely as I could, that it’s the home office in Arkansas that decides what we do and do not sell. I understood why he was upset but, unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it.
Finally, he glared at me and he said (I swear to God), “You better watch yourself or you’re going to end up on People of Wal-Mart,” before he then stormed out of the store.
Now, what truly made this funny is that the guy himself was in his late 50s with a gray-streaked mullet and a Fu Manchu mustache. He was somewhere around 6’5 and, since I’m only 5’5, that means that the whole time he was talking to me, I was basically staring at the biggest, flabbiest beer belly I’ve ever seen. His gut was especially noticeable because 1) it was hanging over the waistband of his red shorts and 2) the grease-stained white t-shirt he was wearing was way too small to cover it.
Oh, and to just add the perfect touch, he was wearing flip-flops.
Now, I have to admit that I probably don’t look that hot in my daily uniform of khaki pants and green polo shirt but seriously, I just wanted to ask the guy if he had ever looked in a mirror before.
As obnoxius as the guy was, I’m hoping he does come back in the store to complain again so I can at least get a picture to prove that he actually does exist.