It started with a million people wanting to check in at 9am yesterday and ends w/ a pain in the butt guest eating cereal (and leaving a huge mess, mind you) at 12:30pm!! I mean, really, people!
I try my best not to let things get to me, but my awful experience at walmart yesterday afternoon, in addition to these few "issues" here at the hotel, have scarred me for life. Indeed.
I worked yesterday 7am - 4pm and decided that all i wanted to do for the day was read my Harry Potter book for a while, (i'm so excited!) have a couple of Margarita's at home while reading, talk to my fucker for a while on the phone, then call it a night. (p.s. i say fucker w/ nothing but love Bry :-) lol
Sounds like a good plan, right?
Well, as I grab my book, Margarita mix (and salt!) i passed by the Dorito's and HAD to grab a bag. HAD to. You know how it is!
Anyways, Walmart sucks so bad that there are literally 85 million people running all over the place and shit, so i IMpatiently search for an open line for a good 5 minutes. Then, as tho the lord had a plan to ruin MY plans, the clouds parted and a bright light shown down upon a "20 Items or Less" line with a short, (i like short people these days *wink*) blonde-haired woman running the line.
So i get into line.
After waiting for her to ring up the two fellas in front of me; it was my turn. I asked her if she could charge me for some ice and i'd pick it up on the way out, and she said i needed to go grab it so she could ring it up. So i did. Upon my arrival, she tells me,
"i'm gonna need to see your ID."
I say, "OK, i left it there for you."
Then she says, "No. I'm gonna need to see EVERYONE'S ID's."
Me- "whaaaaa?"
Her- "i'm gonna need to see THEIR ID's too," as she points to two 13-15 year old boys behind me in line, to which i reply,
"Haha... i'm not with them."
Her- *gives me A LOOK*
Me- "I'm not with them!" *trying to keep my calm composure through the dawning reality that my Margarita's may not happen*
Then the woman starts making a scene.
So i took the "high road" and said "ok, u do what you need to do, but i'm telling you, i dont know those boys. I mean, do you really think someone would be stupid enough to bring kids in and actually have them stand RIGHT BEHIND them as their paying?? (The boys were buying junk food) You're being ridiculous."
Then she looks at me, looks at my ID. Repeats. Starts to type in my Birthdate as she says, "Ok. I'm gonna trust you this one time."
Me- suprised, and becoming increasingly annoyed. So i stayed silent.
Then, after a second or two, decides...
SHE'S NOT GONNA LET ME BUY THE DAMN MARGARITA MIX!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
So i said, "That's fine." and the boys behind me apologized to me. That was nice of them :-) lol
In the end, i walk out of the store with a calm storm brewing inside of me. I should have told her about the time my uncle Juan was turned down when buying alcohol once.... that bitch has to drink out of her asshole these days.... HA! If i had, maybe things would have ended up a little differently for me. LMAO!
Oh well... i drove a mile down the street to SuperSaver and got my alcohol, and vowed never again to step into Walmart again!! My margarita mix was $2 more, but I'll tell u this, redemption has never tasted so sweet.
P.S. I dont have an uncle Juan.