a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

WELL..Let Me Tell You Something

I am sure you are familiar with this line since I did tell you once, this is how I began all my great tales.  Today there was a cloud over WalMart and usually that is my money you see floating away in that cloud.  Today was different, today I made a difference, today I still spent money but I left feelling good about myself.  Today I probably could have been arrested.

I had dropped Dalton and Andrew at the movies while I ran to Walmart. I quickly filled my buggy knowing I had to be back at the movies to pick up the boys.  Fast Forward to check out. 

I rarely have good luck at choosing a fast moving line and was expecting nothing more or less today.  Two men, one item, hurray!  Quickly rolled my five hundred pound buggy, mostly cat/dog food, behind them.  Another person joined me...now we have a line.  Well, it ain't moving!

Why, WHY, Why, did you ask?  Well, let me tell you something!!!  The gentleman in front of me, and I use that term loosely, was talking rudely to the check out lady.  Now, normally, I let people deal with their own problems unless they ask for my help. 

Not this time, no siree, not this time.  I politely suggested to the G-man, Hey, it's not her fault, back off!  His snappy little beady blood-shot eyes turned and focused on me.  First let me mention, I do not judge people's appearance only their actions, I only add the description now for dramatic effect.  The poor clerk was cowering and trying every thing in her power to calm this man down.  He had purchased a router and they would not accept it as a return, so we know by my previous experience if electronics would not take it as a return there was a valid reason.  Poor Clerk tried to explain this, Beady eyes was not listening but the whole world was listening to him because he was yelling.

Anyway, as I was saying, his beady eyes snapped my way and he said I'm not saying its her fault.  I said, Sure sounds like it to me.  She is just doing  her job.  Leave her alone.  He said, I just want to talk to a manager and I said take it the service desk.  I was calm and assertive just like the Dog Whisperer has trained me to be.  I truly think this man was suffering from "Small Dog Syndrome" something we all have been warned about often.

WELLLLL, he did not like my casual observations one tiny bit.  At this point, the line behind me cleared out, I felt like I was in an old west saloon and we were fixinta have a shoot out. 

The manager was there, another fine lady, and was also trying to avoid a scene and trying to calm his outraged asinine attitude.  So now we have two nice ladies, one loud obnoxious ass and me.

The discussion has turned to the price of the new router he brought to the front.  I know the cheapest one has been 69.95 and that is what this one rang up to be.  Not according to MR YELL To Make Myself Look Bigger thought.  They were on a shelf, a whole stack of them, and they were 29.95 and according to Craphead Law, that is the price it should be.

The poor manager and clerk were looking desperate and a little scared. Now, I tend to defend  helpless creatures and humans in need are no different. I was fed up.

Sir, I said, do you have anything else to check out, as he is dancing his little irate body around.  He stops and says NO.  Sir, I said, I suggest, you move on out and let us get on with business.  He started to say something and I interrupted and said, Have a nice day, Sir. Goodbye.  He stomped, he mumbled, he turned circles and you could tell he was wanting to really start something.  I stepped forward and started unloading my stuff.  He said something I could not hear, of course, too afraid to say it to my face!  I looked up and he said I'll have a nice day alright,  I said, I certainly hope you do, Sir.

The bad man exits.  The store security arrives, a little late, if you ask me.  He asks if he can help and both ladies say, no, this lady has already taken care of it.  The security guard smiles and says, ma'am don't work me outta a job.  He thanks me, the manager thanks me, the clerk comes out and  hugs me, almost crying and thanks me!!!!  They said you told him exactly what we wanted to but couldn't. I said I bet he beats his wife and the manager said, if it has one!  I said I have experience.  I work for the public too.  Today I was on this side of the counter and I got to say what I wanted to say.

I am thinking I need to get back on drugs or no one will be safe. 

19 comments:

ellen abbott said...

This made me laugh out loud several times. Yay for you!

Jules said...

LOL, "Small Dog Syndrome" I love that one. Our Wal-Mart is this entertaining as well but not near as threatening. Are you for hire? :)

Suz said...

Oh Gail, this was hilarious! Well, the retelling. You tell a great story. I'm sure it was still stressful in person, no matter how outwardly calm you appeared to be. But wow, did you work him. Small Dog Syndrome, I like that!

From working my new job on the turnpike, I'm really finding out just how many rude people are out there... oh not like I never knew, I've worked in public spots before. But you tend to forget the longer you're away. Let's say I've been reminded!

Yep, I'm thinking you could spin a good rant on my new blog in the weeks to come!! :)

LindaG said...

Awesome! My son would have done the same thing. Sadly, I would have thought it, but probably would have dialed 911. I do not have the chutzpah. :|

Go you! Made me smile. :)

distracted by shiny objects said...

OMG!!! That is HILARIOUS! Good for you, girlie. Someone should bottle up part of your backbone and sell it for mental health :>)

Linda in New Mexico said...

As my husband says, there are only two kinda people who start stuff like you described, idiots and assholes and somehow we always seem to observe either or and not just at Walmart. Good for you for standing ground. I am of the same bent....and my daughter says she will not be surprised when the police tell her that I was shot by some stupid mouthy old man in line at Walmart....oh well, it's worth the price of admission to watch the worms squirm and wriggle, huh? Little dog syndrome....I love it. No meds for the mouthie...come on say it with me now.

Nora said...

Good for you Gail. Don't ever go back on your pills. I like this assertive you. You stand up for the little people who have no voice and have to stay polite. That guy with the small dog syndrome was trying to intimidate his way through that whole transaction.You sure stopped him in his tracks. I bet he never met a woman of force before. You can be an advocate for the downtrodden.

Rusty said...

Wow! Very well done, Gal.... And you created an excellent account that had me in stiches. I think one bantem rooster got his wings clipped.....(Gigantic grin).
ATB!

Silliyak said...

"dog", is that what we are calling them now?

~Tonia said...

HAHAHAHA!! This was as funny as when my mom told a rude worker in walmart that "You are so Rude".... Of course you have to know my mom to know this is COMPLETELY out of character for her. She is an ultimate peace keeper. We tease her all the time about letting us know when we are rude.
Oh yeah DOnt go back on those pills! More people need to stand up to Idiots!

carolina nana said...

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR YOU ! MAYBE YOU SHOULD SIGN UP FOR SOME BOXING LESSONS, IT IS A GOOD WAY TO LOOSE WEIGHT AND YOU CAN BE PREPARED TO BACK UP YOUR PEACE KEEPING TACTICS !!!!!!!
HA HA HA !!!! LOVE THIS POST
REMINDS ME OF ME !!!!!

Rudee said...

Towanda!

Laughing Orca Ranch said...

You said, "Today was different, today I made a difference, today I still spent money but I left feelling good about myself. Today I probably could have been arrested."

Sounds like a brilliant first paragraph for an exciting book!

But you know, there's all kinds at Wallie World....
Except you rock for saving the day. I can just picture you wearing a cape and flying in to save those two women from the evil man.
I'm so grateful that the guy was not missing a few marbles and wasn't packing a gun. You'd be in the news tonight instead. eeek!


~Lisa

Pyatshaw said...

You were a lot braver than I would have been! Loved the whole story!
Well done!

Judy said...

Glad you were feeling good about the outcome...sometimes, we just need to take a stand...and let the little napoleons know we won't take it anymore...

Nezzy said...

Good for you girl! Now did ya keep checkin' your rear view mirror makin' sure ya'll weren't followed???

Have a good one, sounds like you really made the clerk's day!!!

Rae said...

Yeah!! Way to go. That was outstanding. Unlike me, who would have lost their temper and made matters worse. I like to hear stories like this. Diplomacy - goes to show it works everytime.

Barb said...

Love it! That is something my sister may have done, but usually her 'stink eye' scares people into submission without a word being said. Me, however, am not quite that ballysy.

I love your observation about slow lines. I swear one day I'll have a t-shirt printed that says 'don't stand behind me, this is the slowest line!'

Pat said...

This was funny and scary all wrapped up in one. You are one bad ass chick, you know that? The only thing is, in this day and age, you never know if someone is carrying a gun. Course, I don't know, YOU might be packing, too, and then this is a moot point, right! Good for you for sticking up for the women. You are my hero.

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