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Hello, my name is Joann, and I would like to announce that I AM NOT Kyle's GRANDMOTHER.
I came to your store today for a few things to hold us over until we make our trip to Sam's Club. I had to get milk, more cold medicine, dog food... and I wanted to see if your jackets were on clearance. I thought I might be able to save a dollar on Zach's jacket for next winter. I came to see what kind of plastic storage containers you might have. Also, I thought with this cold I've had... it would be nice to stretch my legs and come into town after dropping Zach off at school.
Things were going really good.. I found sweat pants on clearance for Zach... for $1.00! Ooohhh my luck. The store was quiet, despite being so close to the first of the month- and lots of management was walking the aisles.
If you recall the last time I visited your store, I almost threw my neck out from shaking it so violently in disbelief. I witnessed a woman trying her best to make a date with a man parked in the handicap spot... and her lack of dental hygiene wasn't going to stop her. I successfully dodged all six children running through the aisles, unsupervised. And, no matter the obstacle course you leave for me... I found a way to get through the aisle congested with your 'middle of the walkway' pallets.
I exited the store with my head held high. I am quite confident that I might be the last human that knows and uses the foreign language known as MANNERS. I also take great pride in knowing the time and money I've spent at the dentist was all worth it. And, no matter how much extra weight I put on, I will always find a way to keep it covered.
However, today... when your cashier asked me with a straight face if I was Kyles' Grandmother I almost died. (I refuse to be posted on the peopleofwalmart.com as a corpse though!) I was shocked, and insulted. While I am excited that I do not fit your demographic of usual teen pregnancy... I must refer to the Retail Golden Rule # 1...
IF your not sure, keep your mouth shut.
I will try my best to not let this ruin my day. But for now, I must go.. I have wrinkle creams to research.
Thank You for listening... and please don't kill each other over $1 sweatpants.
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OMG, Jo! Don't let that ruin your day- there is no way that you like anywhere close to being a G'ma and I am not just saying that. Obviously, your cashier was a closet tweeker. It doesn't matter if she had all her teeth or not, not all tweekers lose their teeth! Stick w/Target from now on, sis...they've got Starbucks!
ReplyDeleteYou crack me up but I don't have any sympathy for you. With my gray hair I have been taken for a grandma for years! Worse yet a lady asked me (when I was in my 30's) if my daughter needed help finding what she was looking for - IT WAS MY SISTER who is four years younger than me!!
ReplyDeleteAwww, don't take it to personally, you know the average age for a grandma in WalMart is 3Oyrs old, so you could take it as a comliment, hehe
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