WTF service:
Before doing our shopping, we decided to get a bite to eat at the McDonalds that is inside of Walmart. I'm a huge Star Wars fan, so I talked my mother into getting us two happy meals so I could get the Clone Wars toys. I wasn't bothered by the cashier giving us a weird look since we were two grown women ordering happy meals. We specified we wanted the boy toys and wanted two different Star Wars ones. When I go up to get our food, I looked and discovered that she had given us the Strawberry Shortcake toys. I pointed out to her that we had asked for Star Wars, and she said that she had assumed since we were women we wanted the girl toys.
What the hell? I mean, outside of the problematic genderization of toys, we were grown women. Do you really think we would be ordering happy meals if we weren't ordering it to get the specific thing we asked for? And really, no matter who the person is, shouldn't they get what they asked for? It wasn't a huge deal for us since we were dining in and could just get it switched. But I was imagining a little girl's family ordering at the drive through, her being all excited about her Star Wars toy, and getting home only to discover they had given her the wrong ones.
Bad service:
So, we got into Walmart to buy some stuff for the apartment I will be moving into in the fall. At one point, I go off to look for an employee to help us find a waffle iron (I love making homemade waffles). Now, this is in San Antonio, and it is over a hundred degrees. So I am wearing short shorts, and I'm not exactly skinny. I notice two male employees standing near the end of an aisle, so I walk down towards them with the intention of asking for help. However, the two of them are staring at me in a way that makes me uncomfortable, so I walk past them and turn the corner. Just as I'm about to head down the next aisle, I hear them from around the corner. One of them says to the other "some people really shouldn't wear shorts." What the fuck? What gives you the right, jackass. It is Texas. It is hot. I didn't wear them for your enjoyment. And even if I did wear them for someone to enjoy, it still doesn't give you the right. If I had the guts to turn around and get your name so I could tell customer service about you, I would have. But at this point I was embarrassed and just wanted to get out of there.
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