Ranting and raving, why do I even bother. I have allowed a much dreaded trip to Walmart this morning to wreck my whole day, so far. I needed jelly jars and that was the easiest place to go. I arrived before 8:00 a.m. so I would not have to contend with the lines and "Walmart People". Of course there was only two lines open. A regular line and the 10 items or less. I had one case of jelly jars. Yep, the lady in front of me in the 10 items or less line was doing her monthly shopping. It's early in the day and my attitude is still under control. So I wait.
Now it's my turn to put my one item up to be scanned. She said to me, "Could you turn the box so the bar code is facing me". This is while she is chewing and blowing bubbles with her bubblegum. This is not a kid. She had to be 45 or older. She has never said good morning, drop dead or kiss my ass. Now the good attitude is gone and evil has appeared. For some reason I feel it is my duty to tell her how rude she is. This just comes as the biggest surprise to her and she said "I'm going to call the manager". Good. I'm dying to tell the manager about this bimbo. The assistant manager comes over and she must be twelve. I'm telling my story about the bimbo and you are not going to believe this. The assistant manager told me that Walmart did not have a "No bubblegum policy". You got it, and then she blew a big bubble right in my face.
Why is pleasing the customer and being polite and just good manners something these people are not trained to do? I wasn't raise like that. Why aren't these people just happy to have a job! No one else would hire them, that's for sure.
No, I really don't feel any better.