Thursday, July 9, 2015

THE WALMART ADVENTURE

I learned long ago that you must be in the right frame of mind before attempting to shop at WalMart. You cannot be in a hurry...you cannot be upset with people blocking the aisles...you cannot expect exemplary customer service....AND you certainly cannot expect an answer as to why they have 26 cash registers & only 8 are open no matter how busy.

But all of that being said, they do offer all kinds of products at really good prices. Maybe someday I'll have enough money to avoid tackling shopping at WalMart. In the meantime, I prefer to steel myself for the WalMart experience & save my hard earned cash for the finer things in life...like lunches out & buying my granddaughter all sorts of fun things.

Today I ventured out to WalMart to do my dad's shopping. My guess is that I'm just naturally frugal & don't have it in me to spend anyone's money foolishly. I consciously told myself to simply be polite, smile at people & make the best of the situation. It has become a challenge to me to shop at WalMart without uttering more than a couple of curse words.

With my basket full I went in search of a short line. Fortunately, it was midday & I found an open register with two people ahead of me who had all of their items on the belt. I pulled my cart up to unload my items but there weren't any of the little bars that divide your purchases from the person in front of you. Why are there never enough of those things? It can't cost that much to put 3 or 4 at every register, can it? Finally the woman in front of me pulls the only stick from in front of her items & puts it behind them. I smiled & thanked her.

All of my items were safely on the belt & I began to interact with the woman & the checker. Suddenly they realized her bathroom soap holder had no price tag. The woman looked at me & said, "Oh, no, I'm that customer from hell who holds up the line." I smiled. She told the checker she would go grab another one. As she left she said, "My wallet is on the thing where you write checks." The checker smiled at me & said, "We'll split it."

In the meantime the checker couldn't figure out how to remove the security thing from a blood pressure meter. By the time the woman returned with a new soap holder, the checker was two registers down getting help. The woman again apologized & I said, "No problem. I'm not in any hurry." We also discussed her knee surgery 3 weeks ago & how great she was doing. Finally the checker returns, finishes her order & as she slides her card through the machine it falls off in her hands! I'm pretty sure it is a design flaw since I've noticed most of them are held together with rubber bands & tape.

It must have read her card okay because it spit out her receipt. As she turned to leave she smiled at me saying, "I'm really sorry. Usually I'm the one who is standing where you are waiting for them to figure things out." I thought, yeah, tell me about it.

The card reader had come unplugged & no one could figure out how to hook it back up & attach it to the holder. I thought about suggesting using rubber bands but decided against it. The checker reached over & turned on the dreaded flashing light. Oh, no...it could be forever until a supervisor appeared to fix it. I made the decision to start putting all of my items back in the cart & move to another cashier. Halfway through doing that, the checker exclaims, "I think I've got it!" But it fell off in her hands once again.

With everything back in my cart, I moved a few registers down & may have cut someone off who was leisurely strolling to the checkout...but at that point my sunny attitude was wearing thin & I just wanted out of there. Putting all of my items BACK on the belt, I said "hi" to Dalton, a young man who seemed to enjoy talking much more than scanning items. After what seemed like an eternity all of my dad's purchases were bagged, in the cart & paid for...hallelujah! I had survived WalMart once again!