I despise Wal Mart, but every once in a while the situation calls for me to use the store near me since it's open 24 hours. Yesterday morning was such an occasion. I only needed one item, but figured I'd knock out my grocery shopping while I was there.
It was a damned mess. They're rearranging everything and there had to be 100 employees in there clogging the aisles. It was like the Gauntlet Of Death manned by people with the most hopeless "I want to die" looks on their faces.
That time of day you have to use the self-checkout stations, which terrify me because I am an idiot. I started scanning things, but somehow check out 4 times - I don't know how, but I had a fistful of receipts. And that's before I get to the fruit.
I'm standing there holding two limes (not a euphemism) and hit what I think is the right button. Screen lights up with something like "PLEASE WAIT FOR ASSISTANCE" and a light over my station starts blinking. I'm thinking "great, one of the Walking Dead back there is going to come and murder me".
This young lady comes over and says "hit the button that shows limes. She appeared to have Downs. Our conversation from there goes something like this:
Me (looking at her instead of the screen, hoping she will do this for me): Ok, nothing's happening
Her: Yes, it is. Look at the screen. How many limes do you have?
Me: Two
Her: Then hit "2"
Me:
Her: How many receipts do you have?
Me, holding a fistful of balled-up Wal Mart receipts: I don't know.
Her: They're all crinkled up. Straighten them out. They will want to see them when you leave.
Me: Ok, thanks so much for your help.
Her: If they ask, I don't know you.