I just got back from a harrowing experience. I went to Wal-Mart. That, in itself, is enough to send shivers down anyone's spine, but it gets better!! Not only did I go to Wal-Mart, but I specifically went to their "Customer Service" department.
What was I thinking???
I had been in just yesterday, and in all the hullaballoo of scanning my items and putting them in bags then getting the bags into the cart, one of my items went AWOL. I got home and checked my receipt. Sure enough, one of the items I purchased didn't make it home with me.
Thus, the visit to Customer Service.
They really need to come up with a better name for that particular department. "Customer Shoot-Us," or "Customer, We Don't Care About You" spring to mind... But I digress.
When I arrived I was #4 in line. Ahead of me was a clean-cut young man returning what appeared to be speakers (I had plenty of time to study his box as I stood behind him, but I was too busy watching the clock tick) and ahead of him was someone who was cashing a paycheck (I heard him mention it to whomever he was talking to on his cell phone); and, ahead of him was a couple who thought that perhaps they were waiting in line at a Best Western because clearly they needed a room! Gag me. Seeing people making out is just gross, especially when they look like they just crawled out from under a viaduct somewhere. Lucky for me I had PLENTY of time to watch them. The line did not move for 25 minutes... as in NOT AT ALL! I glanced behind me often and empathized with those who were last in line. I was last in line once too... but here I stood, #4.
You may be wondering what was worth standing in such an agonizing line for so long... Well, I'd like to say it was for something interesting, or awe-inspiring... but... well, it's not.
It was a colander. A spaghetti strainer. A simple little $6 item.
And now I need to schedule an optometrist appointment so he can get this red hot pokers out of my eyeballs. I doubt Wal-Mart has a department for that.
Down with Wal-Mart!!!!
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