I've always been a staunch consumer of Wal-Mart goods! Always low prices...always!
The other day I filled my cart with probably $300 worth of groceries and headed for the check outs. When I noticed that each check out counter was helping customers and there were lines of at least 6 in each lane, I then headed for the Subway counter to finalize my purchase...big mistake! The guy at the Subway counter said, "I'm sorry sir, but we do not belong to Wal-Mart; we only rent the space for Subway. I'm sorry I cannot scan your items." I COULDN'T BELIEVE HOW CALLOUS HE WAS TO ME!
How dare an inferior not give me the service I demand! I replied, "Don't you ever talk to me like that, devil person! I demand to see your manager about this!" Unfortunately, the manager told me the same thing! PUUULLLEEEAAASSEEE!
After all the service I've given my local Wal-Mart; after all the carts I've left in the parking lot; after all the many times I've brought more than 20 items to the 20 item or less lane; after all the times I've let my poopy diapered children run around the food aisle, throwing boogers and curses...
How dare this satanic capitalistic machine not respect my patronage after so many sexy times we've had...BOO!!!
Good riddance, Wal-Mart! Sam Walton would be spinning in his grave (I know this because I used to turn tricks for him on 42nd and Lexington...and he told me so)!