What is with those damn Walmart deli workers. There are three of them behind the counter. One is furiously writing in a very important looking ledger. It looks like one is counting chickens or something, and the third is just running around, trying to look busy. No one will acknowledge that I’m standing at the counter, waiting to buy some of this food. Do they not understand why they are cooking and counting and writing about this food? Do they not know that the food is there to sell to customers? I’m thinking, I can’t believe I’m actually going to have to call one of them over. Finally I did. And she was not happy about it. I wave my arm at her as she rushes past, and point at the food in the case. “Can I get some food?” I ask, waving my arm at the food case. She slopped my food into dishes and flung them over the counter at me.
Do they just hate their jobs and think they’ll feel better about themselves if they refuse to do their jobs? I had a job once that I hated so much that I quit recycling, but I didn’t turn into a rude ass.
This is the not the first time I’ve had this encounter at the Walmart deli. That’s their reputation — bad service.