Oh, the horrors of holiday shopping. Yesterday, I agreed to go with my mother on some rather last minute shopping. The entire experience proved to be quire dreadful. Our first stop was Best Buy, because I wanted to pick up a TV tuner for the computer, because I thought it would be something interesting to play with. Anyhow, Best Buy in Muskegon is across form the new mall, so we had to wait about 20 minutes to turn left across the street into Best Buy. Once there, there was nowhere to park. My mother dropped me off while she looked for a spot. I went directly to the location, picked up the tuner, and got in the checkout line. The whole thing took about ten minutes. I met my mother halfway out to the vehicle. Then, we preceded a location of great human depravity: Wal-Mart.
Now, Wal-Mart was entirely packed full of “people” I cannot recall a single time in my life in which I have seen so many people packed into such a small location. And, to make things worse, everyone has completely different agendas, and concepts about how you are supposed to properly move through the lanes. I would think that since we are in America, and we are taught to stay to the right that, that would carry on into adulthood. Well, it doesn’t. I would to give you exact number of times people literally rammed their carts into each other, but I lost count some where around twenty three. After spending entirely too much time there, my mother discovered a DVD shot wanted to get for someone, Remember the Titans. Well, she had an ad out in the car to get it for $5. That did not sound like such a big deal. I sat in the front of the store while people eyed me suspiciously and they hurried by with their horded wares. Anyhow, the checked of said item was where it really got interesting.
When we went to checkout, my mother presented her ad, from a competitor of course. One who happens to never actually have what they advertise, but that is another matter all together. Anyhow, the cashier wanted to fill out some kind of special sheet to have her manager sign to verify the authenticity of the transaction, because the discount was so big ($9.44). The customer service manager eventually lumbers over, and mumbles for a while as she tries to understand the situation. The manager just walked away befuddled, the cashier requested verification, so the manager had to go get the big guns. Which made since, since we were getting such a substantial discount, $9.44. While waiting for word from the manager, the cashier turned off her lane, as he shift ended moments after we arrived. After about ten minutes of standing there, the manager finally returned, with of all things, the intern! The intern glanced at the ad, immediately assessed the situation, and told the cashier “just ring the damn thing up.” She first asked for his signature on her magic little form for official proof. He was pissed; mutter something under his breath, and then signed the sheet. Finally, we acquired that DVD for $5.00 saving a total of $9.44. And, we only had to wait in line for 35 minutes! Yeah for us.
It only gets worse from there, but I will spare you the torment that was inflicted upon me.
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