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.