Mornin’ to ya! I like my coffee black and strong.
I shop at a Walmart about two and a quarter miles from my home. It’s convenient. However, my experience at that Walmart is anything but convenient.
There is more than one inconvenience. I will just share one now, and more later.
I used the ‘convenient’ self-checkout. The plastic bags always stick together at the tabs. I’m sorry, I said only one inconvenience.
I ran all my items through the scanner, placed my sacked items back in the cart, paid, and proceeded to leave. That’s when it happened; before exiting the store a woman built like Dick Butkus stopped me on the way out and wanted to see my slip. AT WALMART!
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Walmart security. If I could just check your slip, please.”
I wasn’t about to mess with her. (Dick Butkus) I handed Dick the slip.
She noticed an item that had fallen from a bag—Imodium AD. She picked it up and looked at me as if to say, ‘Does he look like the kind of guy who needs Imodium AD?’
She looked over the slip a second time.
“I’m sure I scanned it,” I said.
And she looked at me over the tops of her glasses as if to say, ‘Sure, Pal, that’s what they all say.’
At last, she found it, forced a smile, and handed the slip back.
I stood for a moment. She already had me where she wanted me, complete compliance.
“Can I go now?” I snapped out of her totalitarian clutches.
She nodded.
I thought while walking to the car, ‘Really, Imodium AD?”
Something to think about.
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