Wally World SUCKS
You would think that with the holiday season smack dab on top of us, people would be a bit nicer. Nope, not the case! I, myself, am guilty too. I braved Wally World the other day. I was smart enough to put the Squirt in a shopping cart, and not let her walk through the store holding my hand as she had asked.
I was bumped into, nudged, pushed, and almost run over by little old ladies or children pushing shopping carts more times than I can count! And, let me tell you, not ONCE, did anyone of these rude ass people ever so much as offer an "I'm sorry", "Excuse me", "Pardon me", or any other type of ackowledgement for their increasingly rude behavior. Yup, the holidays are upon us. "People shopping, people shoving, dressed in holiday style, in the air there's a feeling of Christmas...."
By the time I was done in the store, which was all of 20 minutes, I had reached my limit. Half of what I wanted to quickly pick up, and the main item I had gone there for, they were out of. I settled on a few other items, to include the cookie dough so the Squirt & I could make Santa's cookies, and headed to check out. It was worse than being at the track! The lines were awful. I spotted a self check-out lane with only one man and his young son in it, and headed straight for it. He was eyeing up the contraption dubiously, and offered to let me go first since he was unsure of how to work it. I quickly scanned my items, one of which was a self-indulgant purchase of a DVD for myself. An all-time comedy classic, Blazzing Saddles. I proceeded on with my scans, only to have some old broad come and stand behind me, literally looking over my shoulder. I turned to see she was a Wally World employee, eyeing up whether or not I was old enough to purchase an R-rated movie. Yeah, right - like there was any doubt! She told me the computer would not let me check out unless she verified my age, so she swiped a card over the scanner to tell said computer I was of legal age. She then proceeds to tell me I need to put my birthdate in the computer. I had about had it by this point. I flat out refused to play her silly game, and told her I wasn't putting any of my information into said silly computer. She firmly told me if I didn't, I would not be permitted to by my movie.
My cork popped at this point. I told her to just put something in the silly thing and be done with it. She said it didn't work that way, and I said "Oh, yeah? Watch this, toots" and went about tapping in fictitious numbers. I don't think she liked it, but hey - it worked and I got my movie. Guess what happened next, gang? Yup, you guessed it - I set of the damn alarm going out of the store. I then was confronted with another old lady that looked like she needed to sit down before she fell down. She wanted to play Wally World Security for Christmas, and lemme tell ya, Five-Oh was on the job there!
She should have been an NYPD detective.
"Did you just purchase an age-restricted item?"
Why, yes - I did...... what's it to ya?
"Where did you check out at?"
I dunno lady, the one with the register, why?
"I need to know which one so I can verify you are allowed to buy that"
Are you fucking kidding me here? Do I look like I'm under 18? I don't think so, I wish I did!
"Where is your receipt?"
In my pocket.
"I need to see it"
My pocket? it's right here on my pants. (Ok, I admit, I was now being a smart-ass, but it was fun)
"Sir, I need to see your receipt"
Oh, well you should have been more specific. Look, lady - the chick up at the register already verified my age. Ya'll out cruising for younger guys or what?
"That's not funny"
I thought it was hillarious, personally
"If you don't show me your receipt, I'll be forced to call store security"
Ok, now this was amusing by this point, I was really getting into it, however - still annoying.
Ma'am, you really think you could get the rent-a-cop out here faster than I can make it to my vehicle and be gone? Unless you are planning on running me down in the parking lot yourself. Either way, I think I got it made.
"You're not being very cooperative"
Nope, I'm not. This place is a joke. Everytime I come in here, there is another rogamoroll to get out of the store. You would think I just knocked over the cash room. Here - here's my receipt. Happy now?
"May I see your ID?"
Nope
"Excuse me?
No. You may not see my ID. I already verified my age when buying the movie. Now, if you'll excuse me, my egg nog is getting warm.
And with that, I was off into the evening. My daughter wanting to know what all the fuss was about with the, as she put it, "Silly old women working there". And I thought it was just me that found them daffy.
This morning's little stop off at the Wally World didn't go much better. I had forgotten to get half and half for the coffee at the station, and decided since Wally World was in sight of the station, and I was in a hurry, and they are open 24 hours - bingo. Grab it on the way to work. Yeah, right. 2 days before Christmas, and these knuckledheads have 2, count 'em, 2 registers open. And this one does not have the self check out. Although, I probably would have gotten carded for the half and half anyway! So I waited in line. And waited. And waited. I kid you not, it took me 23 minutes to get through the checkout, almost making me late for work. Luckily, I always leave for work early, just in case.
The brainiac working the register, had one speed, backwards. She can see there is a line stacked up, you think she put forth any effort to speed up and get us out. Nope. Not one bit. If anything, I think she went slower. Then she had a problem with a check, had to get a manager, wait for approval... see where I am going with this? Gang, this is all true - I swear. I couldn't make this up if I wanted to. Well, maybe I could, but nontheless, it happened. Even the guy behind me was commenting on how inept and slow she was, and that you would think that there would be more than 2 registers open just 2 days before Christmas. And here I was thinking it was just me. Sam Walton is spinning in his grave, I'm convinced. I may have to boycott Wally World. I am that fed up with their nonsense.
I was bumped into, nudged, pushed, and almost run over by little old ladies or children pushing shopping carts more times than I can count! And, let me tell you, not ONCE, did anyone of these rude ass people ever so much as offer an "I'm sorry", "Excuse me", "Pardon me", or any other type of ackowledgement for their increasingly rude behavior. Yup, the holidays are upon us. "People shopping, people shoving, dressed in holiday style, in the air there's a feeling of Christmas...."
By the time I was done in the store, which was all of 20 minutes, I had reached my limit. Half of what I wanted to quickly pick up, and the main item I had gone there for, they were out of. I settled on a few other items, to include the cookie dough so the Squirt & I could make Santa's cookies, and headed to check out. It was worse than being at the track! The lines were awful. I spotted a self check-out lane with only one man and his young son in it, and headed straight for it. He was eyeing up the contraption dubiously, and offered to let me go first since he was unsure of how to work it. I quickly scanned my items, one of which was a self-indulgant purchase of a DVD for myself. An all-time comedy classic, Blazzing Saddles. I proceeded on with my scans, only to have some old broad come and stand behind me, literally looking over my shoulder. I turned to see she was a Wally World employee, eyeing up whether or not I was old enough to purchase an R-rated movie. Yeah, right - like there was any doubt! She told me the computer would not let me check out unless she verified my age, so she swiped a card over the scanner to tell said computer I was of legal age. She then proceeds to tell me I need to put my birthdate in the computer. I had about had it by this point. I flat out refused to play her silly game, and told her I wasn't putting any of my information into said silly computer. She firmly told me if I didn't, I would not be permitted to by my movie.
My cork popped at this point. I told her to just put something in the silly thing and be done with it. She said it didn't work that way, and I said "Oh, yeah? Watch this, toots" and went about tapping in fictitious numbers. I don't think she liked it, but hey - it worked and I got my movie. Guess what happened next, gang? Yup, you guessed it - I set of the damn alarm going out of the store. I then was confronted with another old lady that looked like she needed to sit down before she fell down. She wanted to play Wally World Security for Christmas, and lemme tell ya, Five-Oh was on the job there!
She should have been an NYPD detective.
"Did you just purchase an age-restricted item?"
Why, yes - I did...... what's it to ya?
"Where did you check out at?"
I dunno lady, the one with the register, why?
"I need to know which one so I can verify you are allowed to buy that"
Are you fucking kidding me here? Do I look like I'm under 18? I don't think so, I wish I did!
"Where is your receipt?"
In my pocket.
"I need to see it"
My pocket? it's right here on my pants. (Ok, I admit, I was now being a smart-ass, but it was fun)
"Sir, I need to see your receipt"
Oh, well you should have been more specific. Look, lady - the chick up at the register already verified my age. Ya'll out cruising for younger guys or what?
"That's not funny"
I thought it was hillarious, personally
"If you don't show me your receipt, I'll be forced to call store security"
Ok, now this was amusing by this point, I was really getting into it, however - still annoying.
Ma'am, you really think you could get the rent-a-cop out here faster than I can make it to my vehicle and be gone? Unless you are planning on running me down in the parking lot yourself. Either way, I think I got it made.
"You're not being very cooperative"
Nope, I'm not. This place is a joke. Everytime I come in here, there is another rogamoroll to get out of the store. You would think I just knocked over the cash room. Here - here's my receipt. Happy now?
"May I see your ID?"
Nope
"Excuse me?
No. You may not see my ID. I already verified my age when buying the movie. Now, if you'll excuse me, my egg nog is getting warm.
And with that, I was off into the evening. My daughter wanting to know what all the fuss was about with the, as she put it, "Silly old women working there". And I thought it was just me that found them daffy.
This morning's little stop off at the Wally World didn't go much better. I had forgotten to get half and half for the coffee at the station, and decided since Wally World was in sight of the station, and I was in a hurry, and they are open 24 hours - bingo. Grab it on the way to work. Yeah, right. 2 days before Christmas, and these knuckledheads have 2, count 'em, 2 registers open. And this one does not have the self check out. Although, I probably would have gotten carded for the half and half anyway! So I waited in line. And waited. And waited. I kid you not, it took me 23 minutes to get through the checkout, almost making me late for work. Luckily, I always leave for work early, just in case.
The brainiac working the register, had one speed, backwards. She can see there is a line stacked up, you think she put forth any effort to speed up and get us out. Nope. Not one bit. If anything, I think she went slower. Then she had a problem with a check, had to get a manager, wait for approval... see where I am going with this? Gang, this is all true - I swear. I couldn't make this up if I wanted to. Well, maybe I could, but nontheless, it happened. Even the guy behind me was commenting on how inept and slow she was, and that you would think that there would be more than 2 registers open just 2 days before Christmas. And here I was thinking it was just me. Sam Walton is spinning in his grave, I'm convinced. I may have to boycott Wally World. I am that fed up with their nonsense.
posted by FireResQGuru | 12/23/2004 09:36:00 PM
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