For the record, I do work for Walmart and did at the time of the story.

My oldest niece goes to college just a couple of hours drive from my home.

Every so often I'd make the drive out on my day off to visit with her and make sure she had

everything she needed. Her mom covered the rent on her apartment. She walked most everywhere

and most stores she needed were within walking distance except the local Walmart.

So during a visit she thought of a few things she needed from the store. No big deal,

we headed over there. We wandered around and gathered supplies that she needed. A few school supplies,

a movie that had just released, some fabric for her latest cosplay idea, and we were looking

over the game case, commenting on some recent releases of video games, and mulling over a purchase.

Enter the customer. Excuse me, I need a game out of there. Unlock it for me.

I said, sorry, I don't work here, but I see the guy with the keys right over there.

It was my day off. I'm not in anything that could remotely be construed as dress code for Walmart,

much less a name tag. Now I recognize you, I know that you work here,

please stop being another lazy freak and get that game from me.

Ma'am, I'm sorry, I do not work here, I cannot open any case.

Shut up! Look, I get it, you lazy, you're floating with this little twig here,

and you think you're gonna get in her pants, you work here with your job to provide customer service.

Ma'am, this is my niece. She attends college here and I don't even live in this town,

please watch your manager's name, I'm gonna file a complaint.

At this point I realize I can have a little fun with this, especially as my manager at the time,

has a lovely snarky behavior and a no-nonsense attitude when it comes to customers like this.

I give her my manager's name and cell phone number, knowing he was also off that day.

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