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Originally posted by greatwhitenorthchick
I've been in a Walmart once, in 1993 somewhere in Georgia when we were driving and it started raining so hard we could no longer drive (felt like we were boating). So we pulled over to a Walmart and ran in. This toothless bent-over old goat with a really thick accent yelled "HEY Y'ALL WELCOME TO WALMART!!" at us and practically jumped on top of us. I had never been to the south before and never encountered a "greeter" before, so it was pretty scary.
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You force me to relate my first-day-living-in-Texas Walmart story. Wench.
Anyway, I was on the obligatory shower curtain, cleaning supply, etc run that accompanies all moves and was standing in line in a Dallas-area Walmart behind a drunk, tooth-impaired woman (it was noon-ish on a weekday). She was annoying the person in front of her and got bored with that I guess, so she turned around and started talking to me. She decided that she had forgotten an important item (coffee maker, I believe), so she got right up in my fac and said: "Could you hold ma place in line? I'll be right back I promise. You can tell me to go to hell if youwampto."
I held her place in line. Didn't tell her to go to hell. Have not returned to Walmart since. Thank god for Target!
