fucking walmart rant
i don't know why i keep going to this fucking walmart on 52nd street... correction ghettomart. theres never any carts, the ones you get the wheels are falling off or squeek. half the customers no speaka de englis and won't get the fuck out of the way. its like they see thier cousins there and they have a fucking family reunion in the middle of the house cleaning supply isle. look rosa move your fucking ass and take the party outside people are trying to fucking shop here! then when you try to get thru they just stare at you and give dirty looks because you're interupting them and how dare you be so damn rude. ERRRRR!
so anyways...i walk into get a cart, and suprise, not one cart in the damn place.... i go outside and get my own from the cart corral.
i go back into walmart, and i'm looking at tshirts... i go pick a few out go to the dressing room and 3, that THREE associates are standing there... one i think about to die cause she's older than moses and no one even acknowledges me and my 5 pcs of clothing that i want to try on. finally i make eye contact with one and say "five please." and she just turns and starts talking to the other associate, like i never even exsisted. eventually grandma moses comes by and starts counting the items i have dangling from my fingers, gives me a 4 tag and leads the way to the fitting room. i try it on decide i hate them all and come out and say, i'm not getting any of these where should i set them... she said 'you can put them back' WTF??? isn't that your job mrs fitting room attendant? i realize that your like 105 years old, but you ARE getting paid to do that, while i on the other hand am not! so instead of speaking up... i put them back where i got them.
(one more side note. ever notice how you can only fit like one cart at a time down an isle and walmart has like double wide carts so NO ONE can get around anyone.)
so for what seems like hours i'm moving snails pace down isles to get to what i need, dodging motherless children as they run at you full speed, breaking up family reunions to get more windex and restocking the clothing dept. finally i'm fed up and i make my way to the check out stand, where suprisingly for the first time in 10 months of shoping at this walmart there was no line at all.
the nice little cashier rings me up and tells me my total.
i get my wallet and search for my handy little TCF debit card...not there. i search again, thru stacks of mile long recipts various licenses and discount cards... nothing. i ask her if i can suspend the order while i run to the car for my check book. she does and i go fetch it.
come back and now theres a line, one lady being rang up, one more behind her. i walk up and i'm standing kinda to the rear, side of this lady whos rather large, and i'd rather her huge rump not touch me in any way, plus i'm fumbling thru my raggedy check book for the next check to write, when this overly gay man walks up and sets his shit on the conveyor belt... he starts talking to the lady and said how its heavy and if she minds, and she says, is that all you have? why don't you go in front of me...
WHAT????? did she just give him cuts? no fucking way! the cashier looked right at me with this look, like oh shit!
me, being me, say "excuse me, I was actually behind her, and thats not fair considering that stuff (i point to my bagged items sitting in the cart infront of all of us) is mine and already rang up." by this time i'm shaking cause i'm pissed that this whole fucking experience. (i'm guessing that this large woman didnt see me because her ass was in the way) but i'm really quite sure that this flamer did see me cause he said hi to me when he walked up!
then the lady apologized to me and said i'm sorry, would you like to go ahead, and i said yes please. so the cashier scans my recipt and the whole time i'm writing my check out the gay dude was like "she should be thankful you let her cut, i know i am" "she should be greatful that we let her go first" he must have repeated it like 4 times each time a different way...
so when i was done i stood there for a second and i said..."thank you very much guys i'm sorry for the huge inconvience, i left my checkbook in the car, i really appreciate it"
i wanted to fucking deck that homo, and i prolly woulda, but he was like 7 feet tall and had a can of paint, and gay men hit back...usually
i don't know why i keep going to this fucking walmart on 52nd street... correction ghettomart. theres never any carts, the ones you get the wheels are falling off or squeek. half the customers no speaka de englis and won't get the fuck out of the way. its like they see thier cousins there and they have a fucking family reunion in the middle of the house cleaning supply isle. look rosa move your fucking ass and take the party outside people are trying to fucking shop here! then when you try to get thru they just stare at you and give dirty looks because you're interupting them and how dare you be so damn rude. ERRRRR!
so anyways...i walk into get a cart, and suprise, not one cart in the damn place.... i go outside and get my own from the cart corral.
i go back into walmart, and i'm looking at tshirts... i go pick a few out go to the dressing room and 3, that THREE associates are standing there... one i think about to die cause she's older than moses and no one even acknowledges me and my 5 pcs of clothing that i want to try on. finally i make eye contact with one and say "five please." and she just turns and starts talking to the other associate, like i never even exsisted. eventually grandma moses comes by and starts counting the items i have dangling from my fingers, gives me a 4 tag and leads the way to the fitting room. i try it on decide i hate them all and come out and say, i'm not getting any of these where should i set them... she said 'you can put them back' WTF??? isn't that your job mrs fitting room attendant? i realize that your like 105 years old, but you ARE getting paid to do that, while i on the other hand am not! so instead of speaking up... i put them back where i got them.
(one more side note. ever notice how you can only fit like one cart at a time down an isle and walmart has like double wide carts so NO ONE can get around anyone.)
so for what seems like hours i'm moving snails pace down isles to get to what i need, dodging motherless children as they run at you full speed, breaking up family reunions to get more windex and restocking the clothing dept. finally i'm fed up and i make my way to the check out stand, where suprisingly for the first time in 10 months of shoping at this walmart there was no line at all.
the nice little cashier rings me up and tells me my total.
i get my wallet and search for my handy little TCF debit card...not there. i search again, thru stacks of mile long recipts various licenses and discount cards... nothing. i ask her if i can suspend the order while i run to the car for my check book. she does and i go fetch it.
come back and now theres a line, one lady being rang up, one more behind her. i walk up and i'm standing kinda to the rear, side of this lady whos rather large, and i'd rather her huge rump not touch me in any way, plus i'm fumbling thru my raggedy check book for the next check to write, when this overly gay man walks up and sets his shit on the conveyor belt... he starts talking to the lady and said how its heavy and if she minds, and she says, is that all you have? why don't you go in front of me...
WHAT????? did she just give him cuts? no fucking way! the cashier looked right at me with this look, like oh shit!
me, being me, say "excuse me, I was actually behind her, and thats not fair considering that stuff (i point to my bagged items sitting in the cart infront of all of us) is mine and already rang up." by this time i'm shaking cause i'm pissed that this whole fucking experience. (i'm guessing that this large woman didnt see me because her ass was in the way) but i'm really quite sure that this flamer did see me cause he said hi to me when he walked up!
then the lady apologized to me and said i'm sorry, would you like to go ahead, and i said yes please. so the cashier scans my recipt and the whole time i'm writing my check out the gay dude was like "she should be thankful you let her cut, i know i am" "she should be greatful that we let her go first" he must have repeated it like 4 times each time a different way...
so when i was done i stood there for a second and i said..."thank you very much guys i'm sorry for the huge inconvience, i left my checkbook in the car, i really appreciate it"
i wanted to fucking deck that homo, and i prolly woulda, but he was like 7 feet tall and had a can of paint, and gay men hit back...usually
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artman:
ha ha I NEVER go there!!
foi:
that sucks royally. walmart grosses me out.