09-16-03 @ 10:53 am EDT

AKA Wal-Mart, Part Two.

I awoke yesterday, washed my hair, and came out to have Ma do it. In the utility room I spotted a Very Big Box. "So you went and got it?" I asked Ma. No; Dad had gotten it. The rest of this is based on what he told me, so I can't vouch for its authenticity or accurateness.

"How did you get them to help you with it?" I asked him. (See my next-to-last entry, "Boycott Wal-Mart!", for the details. Basically, Dad and I had gone to Wal-Mart to buy Ma's birthday present, which was in a huge box, and we stood there for about twenty minutes waiting for help only for none to arrive even when called. Go read the entry, it's more interesting than this summary.)

"Well," Dad said, "they started pulling the same thing again."

"Hoh," I said.

"I stood there for about ten minutes and then went to the main desk to talk to someone. There was this girl there. I said, 'Hello, I'd like to speak with your manager but I'm supposing you would do right now.' 'Gosh,' she says, 'I don't know if I can help you but I'll call someone who can.'"

"Sounds familiar," I griped.

"So she goes and calls out this kid...he was thinner than your arm. 'I came here on Saturday to buy this computer stand and stood there for like twenty minutes but nobody came to help with it,' I say. 'I'm sorry, but I wasn't here that day...' the girl says. 'Well, today I've been standing waiting for help carrying this box, and again nobody is helping,' I say. The kid looks at the box and says, 'Huh!' 'Uh-huh,' I say. 'We'll need a flatbed cart,' he says. No shit!"

I rolled my eyes.

"So he gets the cart and brings it over...you should have seen him trying to get this box on the cart. 'Uuuggghhhhhh gguuuggghhhhhh!' He finally gets it on there and I bring it home. You would not have been able to drag it up the steps, Rachel. (After the first incident I had claimed I bet I could drag the thing across the floor a bit, but not lift it or carry it.) There's no place to grab onto it."

"I could have dragged it across the ground. Up the steps requires lifting; of course I couldn't do that."

"Well, on my way out I found those little forms you fill out to say what their service was like or to submit a complaint, and I made sure they saw me take one." Evil grin. "I threw it away right after I left."

*LOL* Yeah, we should have submitted a complaint; but I shy up when I have to speak, and Dad does not really care. At least Ma got her computer stand. And I hope he scared those Wal-Mart lazies a little bit.

The end.

In other news...well, I DID have other news, but I forgot it. :/ Hm.

I started writing a detailed character profile for Kristeva, finally. Some details can't be filled in as I don't really know or care to know when he graduated or what his major was or whatever, but I'm stuck on thinking about ritual abuse lately and as I'm not working on any stories about that, his profile was the next best thing.

I would write more but a few different things are depressing and worrying me today, so I guess I'll sign off early. Hope I'll feel better later. :( Tar...