Wha??? Yep, Another Walmart Adventure Blog!

I was criticized recently about blogging/complaining/writing negative comments about Walmart. I guess I'm guilty - but most of what I write is in jest and although it's all TRUE (and some things that are allowed to go on are down-right WRONG) - I try to see the humor in every situation, it's what makes life bearable. HUMOR is, afterall, the best medicine. Nonetheless, here I am again with another Walmart adventure. And, if you don't care or don't want to hear about it, by all means - move on.
 
On my last trip, about 10 days ago - I went to the 'other' Walmart in my nearby town. It's newer, nicer, and generally - a better environment, if you have to go there. Because of an accident some 15 years ago, I have had to use an electric cart to do my shopping there. Sometimes the wait to get one is long. But if you go at the time I go, around midnight, usually, they have carts available, although the batteries are drained and I have to change carts sometimes several times in one visit. (To see details - if you're really bored - view my other Walmart blogs.) Anyhow...on this night, I got a cart that was half way charged, so I was feeling blessed. That is, until I realized halfway through my visit that there were 3 teens riding around in such carts - playing Marco Polo, no less. Yep, you read that right - trying to pop wheelies around every turn and hollering out, "Marco, Polo" all over the store. I thought it humorous at first, UNTIL I witnessed two elderly people sitting on benches (up front) waiting on carts that worked. I found an employee (Kent) stocking in the Kleenex aisle and told him about the dilemma. He shrugged his shoulders and said I should find a manager (dressed, he said, in plain suit clothes with a tie). I never did find such a person but reported it to a cashier as that was the only 'official' looking person I could find - after she paged the so-called manager who never arrived. She laughed and said 'those kids are always in here - everytime we make them put the carts back - we look up and they are at it again." I told her that apparently the RIGHT person hadn't gotten ahold of them yet or they would know they meant BUSINESS. Shame and disgrace that other waiting customers willing to spend their hard earned money there are having to wait until someone has the balls (yes, I said it) to DO ANYTHING about it. I promptly told the cashier when I went to check out about the Marco Polo'ers again and that it was not right. She was non-committal, but did apologize for the Polo'ers. As I began checking out, the little girl insisted on helping me empty my overwhelmed cart. She was sweet and I asked if someone could help me to my car. She said, "of course!" Her name was Aisha. She first asked one passerby employee and he insisted it was 'time for his break.' Another one said, 'sure' - but quickly disappeared. The first employee who said it was time for his break was standing nearby, talking with others, but staring at me. As I was looking at him, I asked Aisha what his name was and quickly wrote it down. (Michael) He mouthed at me, "I know you're not writing my name down." I smiled and said, "Oh yes, indeedy." I told Aisha to tell him (when I was long gone) that my cousin would find his actions unacceptable when she heard about him. She promised me she would tell him, then said, "Oh, whose your cousin?" I said, "Just tell him, Mrs. Walton is her name". Her mouth dropped open as I rode away with the sweet young lady named Trinity who ultimately helped me to my car. When I told her about my cousin, we were laughing all the way out. Once outside and cart emptied into my trunk, Trinity promised to deliver my cart to the sweet gentleman still waiting on 'his turn'. No, I have no cousin named Mrs. Walton. But they don't know that.