The Wal Mart Chronicles - Part 2

One of my next eventful trips to Wal Mart involved a young cashier, hired for the holidays. Again, I had WIC checks. She had never cashed out a customer using WIC checks before and apparently she was excited as she yelled across three lanes of check out, "Betty, help!!! I have WIC checks over here." Umm.. what happened to confidentiality? If I really cared I wouldn't blog about it, but come on. She broke one of the major rules of customer service.

Anyway, the remainder of our check out experience involved much self-disclosure on her part. I found out how much money she makes, that she was on antibiotics for bronchitis as she coughed all over my groceries, and that her child is in foster care. I was gracious to her.

And then it happened - one of the strangest check out experiences EVER! My face was buried in my purse while trying to fish out my wallet when I heard, "Oh my God, that is the grossest thing I've ever seen!!!" What? "eewww, this is totally disgusting" as she is bagging my raw roasting chicken. So naturally I asked her if she was a vegetarian? And she said no. "So what's the problem?" I asked. And then she responded, "That thing looks like an infant."

Yes folks you heard it right. She called my chicken an infant. I was floored. Again nothing more to say except "Have a good day."