OK, so after being run out of my career as a craps dealer by the general evilness in the casino industry, I got a job at Wal-Mart, as a front-line cashier. Oh, the joy. So, anyhoo, I have a bit of advice for shoppers at Wal-Mart that will make life more pleasant for all parties concerned.
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Do you see a bagger? No? Me neither. Wal-Mart doesn’t have them and I have no place to put the bags once they are filled. So, after you’ve unloaded your cart, will you please push it to the end of the counter and take your fucking bags off the carousel?
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The time to decide that you don’t want that item is before you bring it to the register, not after I’ve already rung it up. Please put it back on the fucking shelf if you don’t want it.
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If you want information about the features of the small appliance you’re considering purchasing, ask somebody in the department. Do not bring two water filters to the cash register and ask me what the difference between them is. I’m sure all of the people in line behind you are not happy about waiting while I frantically try to read the packages to get the information you could have gotten by reading the fucking packages yourself.
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Can’t find the price of an item? OK, see all of the big yellow signs all over the store that say “Can’t find the price? Look it up here” with an arrow pointing down? Guess what? They all have little scanners underneath them so you can scan the item and find out how much it is. Use the fucking thing, will you? I don’t have a lot of space behind my register, and there is not enough room for all the shit people brought up and asked for a price check on, then decided they didn’t want it.
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If you want to make, oh, say, a five or ten dollar purchase, bring a small bill with you, like, a twenty or smaller. I’m getting sick and tired of having to order change because some asshole bought, like, six dollars worth of stuff and then handed me a fucking hundred dollar bill, so I had to give him all three of the twenties I had, then all of the fives I had left, then a bunch of ones… (incidentally, we start with $50 in fives and $32 in ones, plus the coins, anything larger than that in my drawer came from customers).
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Keep the rugrats under control. If I almost lose a finger one more time because it gets caught in the bag hangers on the carousel because your snot-nosed kid thinks the fucking thing is a toy and wants to spin it, I’m going to go ballistic.
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If you want to buy ten dollars worth of food, have a two dollar balance on your Nevada Quest card and more than ten dollars in cash on you, just pay with cash, will ya?
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If you are under the age of eighteen, don’t even think of trying to buy firearms, including paintball guns and supplies, from me. It’s illegal for you to buy them, and illegal for me to sell them. I will ask you for ID. I will not sell you the items if you are underage, or if I think you are underage. Same goes for tobacco.
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Know how much money you have, and how much the stuff you want to buy costs before you get to the register. If you get here and suddenly realize you left your wallet at home, no prob, it happens to all of us. I’ll just suspend the transaction and hang onto your stuff while you run and get it. But if you only have thirty-six dollars, don’t come to my register with fifty dollars worth of stuff, then go through your bags and select items, saying, “take this off, and this, and this…”, forcing me to void all these items. I’m sure the people in line behind you don’t appreciate having to wait while I do this.
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Yes, we do price matching. If you want to do your grocery shopping at Wal-Mart, and you have a few items that are cheaper, or on sale, at Smith’s, that’s fine. But if you have an entire list of forty items that are cheaper, or on sale, at Smith’s, fucking do your grocery shopping at Smith’s.
Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart, have a nice day.