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Dec. 15, 2008
How Walmart Killed My Christmas Spirit
OK, so they didn't actually kill my Christmas spirit, but they certainly did try. Sit back and enjoy the tale of the Bag Nazi...
I was doing some very last minute shopping for the Church's Christmas program, which included 18 bottles of soda. In the interest of time and not making the cashier's head explode, I told her that I could just leave all the soda in the cart, and bag it at the van, saving the unloading onto the belt, and loading back into the cart again. She thanked me and we chatted about Christmas plans, etc while she finished ringing up my purchases.
She puts some bags in my cart, letting me know that she put enough for me to double-bag them, so there wouldn't be any disasters. How sweet of her! I'm thinking to myself, "Life is so much nicer at the holidays when people are just kind and helpful to each other."
At that moment, one of the long-time employees (who was later dubbed a Nazi by another customer) comes running up and yells at the cashier. The dialog follows:
Nazi: You can't do that!
Cashier: Do what?
Nazi: Give her those bags
Me: Oh, I'm just going to bag them at the car.
Nazi: NO! You can't do that, it's a security risk.
Cashier: *blank stare*
Me: Are you serious?
Nazi: *glare* It's a security risk. A BIG security risk.
Cashier: I was just trying to be helpful.
Nazi: Well you weren't, and you CAN'T do that, it's a security risk!
I should note that at this point, the Nazi has ripped the bags out of the Cashier's hands, and is putting them all back on the rack, all the while muttering about security risks. She has drawn quite a crowd of onlookers, as they all want to know what great security risk is going on... Also, the cashier has already signed out for her lunch break, and someone else is at the register, processing another customer.
Cashier: Well, I guess we'll have to bag them here.
Nazi: Yes, you will. It's a big, BIG security risk.
Me: You caught me. I was going to make bombs, but now you've foiled my plot.
Nazi: *glare, sputter something more about security risks*
At this point, Nazi goes away and the cashier and I team up to bag all of this soda, while the family behind us (with a whopping 4 items) looks on in horror.
While this is going on, I hear the Nazi's voice again, "WAIT!!!! I need to verify that signature!"
She is talking to the man standing at the next cash register, and this is how THAT conversation went:
Man: What? Why do you need to verify it? Who are you?
Nazi: I need to verify it, you can't leave until I verify it.
Cashier 2: *dumbfounded look*
Man: Boy, you are right on the ball, you caught the bag thief, and now you've stopped me from paying for my item. Nice work.
Nazi: I am going to verify this signature.
Man: You must not have had enough fun ruining her day (pointing at me.) And hey, the staff was having WAY too much fun doing their jobs. You're a good little bag Nazi.
When we finally finished bagging the soda, I passed the man who was STILL being verified. He looked at me and just kind of shook his head and laughed. I told him if he needed something to pass the time, find out what the great security risk was with me taking the bags.
I'm telling you, even the other employees were aghast at her behavior. If I wasn't so pressed for time, I would have gone directly to the manager. Probably better that I didn't, because I was in a very sarcastic mood by that point. Wouldn't have ended well. |
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Posted by cathy5kids 
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Dec. 16, 2008 - Untitled Comment
~mo