On my lunch break from work, I decide to go to the store to get a bottle brush.
Wal-Mart is significantly closer to my work than the Target it. So, despite the fact that I know I’d have a better, more pleasant shopping experience at Target and despite the fact that I have a gift-card for Target and despite the fact I loath Wal-Mart, I go to Wal-Mart on US1 in Port St. Lucie.
I park. I walk in. Well, I attempt to walk in. I walk up to the doors under the word ENTER. Nothing happens. I walk up to the doors under the word EXIT. Nothing happens. I say out loud, “Doors are stuck.” At that point, the door ranger named Eloise opens the door from the other side and says to me, “We’re working on it. There’s no need to swear.” I stare at her for a few moments, dumbfounded. Finally, I realize – she thinks I said, “What the f*ck.”
Hey, Elosie … Newsflash … You’re not a good lip reader. And really, it’s not wise to accuse your customers of swearing when you (a) didn’t hear them (b) incorrectly read their lips and (c) are the first face a customer sees upon entering your store. You are a door greeter … at Wal-Mart … YOU CAN DROP THE ATTITUDE.
I complained to the manager.
In the end, I thought to myself, f*ck Wal-Mart. I went to Target instead.
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