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going to bed around 2 or 3. It was cold there, by what people told
me, but it didn't seem so to me. Sure my nose and ears were cold,
and there was a kind of fog in the air and people with sweatshirts
on were saying it was freezing, but oh well. I went around different
parking lots getting carts, farther away from Wal-Mart than I
usually go. I had finally asked for a box knife since I sometimes
have to open something to fit it in a customer's car, and I have to
go find someone with a box knife. They have told me to ask for one,
and I finally did and got one of my own! Yay! Well, you know how
people always say to be careful with sharp knives that you don't cut
yourself (meaning you're not trying to, of course)? Well, I've taken
every one of the sharp knives in the kitchen and they do about as
much damage to my arm as a butter knife, so I guess our knives suck
or they are like those little kid scissors that don't cut skin
easily. But I've also tried my pocket knife and that's just as bad
(figures, my dad gave it to me a long time ago and it's always been
dull). (Also, I mentioned this to Amy and she had already tried them
and said she doesn't see what's so dangerous about them, lol).
Anyway, I wanted to see how sharp my new box knife was, so I ran it
a little on my arm about as hard as with the other knives (about how
hard you need to make a white line on your skin with your
fingernail) and it didn't hurt any, but after a few minutes it
turned to look like a pen mark. Now I have this straight, thin scab
on my arm, and it looks like my cat scratched me.
Anyway, this old guy (taller than me) bought a TV and was taking
it outside when the alarm thing went off at the door (I've memorized
the exact words the voice of the alarm says from hearing it at least
once a day). *Ding* "We're sorry, you have activated Wal-Mart's
inventory control system. Please step back and an associate will
help you. Thank you." So Heather, who is usually a cashier, was being
people greeter and she asked him to come back. Well, he freaked out
and started yelling that he paid for it and he's not coming back in
(Supposedly. I wasn't on the scene yet) I guess he wouldn't give her
his receipt and just stood outside the door yelling his head off
that he paid for it. Finally, when a CSM came he showed them the
reciept to show he paid for it and Heather was going to write down
the number and deactivate the alarm trigger on the TV, but he
wouldn't come inside to let her, and he started yelling for her to
give him his reciept back (I was there now). Some of it went like
this:
Dumb Guy: I paid for this, now give me back my slip!
Heather:
Sir, I have to write this--
Baka: I said give it to me
NOW!
Heather: I can't. If you would just--
Idiot: NOW!
He started saying he hates to be called a thief. They said they
weren't calling him one, and he just mentioned to her stopping him.
He finally just said to give him his money back and he'll leave the
TV here, which he did. Jeez, I would rather have a TV and have to
wait for them to deactivate it because the cashier didn't. Heck, I
would rather be falsely accused as a thief than correctly be called
what he was making himself to be. I had a mind to tell him that,
too. Brian, the support manager, didn't really do much of anything.
Later, a greeter told me that if an assistant manager were here, they
have more power and can tell him to basically zip it. That would've
been awesome. I heard that Heather went in the back and just broke
down in tears. I wish I could have went back there but I had to take
over for her as greeter for then. When she came back, she said she
was verbally abused as a child and when the guy yelled at her and
looked at her that way, she just couldn't take it. I had a package
of butter rum Lifesavers but I gave them to her and she had never
tried them before. I mean, it's the least I could do.
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