I hurried in to Wal*Mart to pick up a prescription. I don’t usually use their pharmacy because that store is always so busy. You can’t just drop by and pick it up. Anyway, at first glance I wasn’t sure exactly where the starting point for the pharmacy pick-up might have been. I was behin
d some lady under a sign that said “consulting”. As I noticed that, I scooched over a bit and was sort of in the correct position to be next. Not that it mattered, I was the only other person there. Until this – young woman – pulled up, in exactly the right spot. The cashier looked up and asked if he could help. In a tone that said he really didn’t want to, but whatever. She saw me, but proceeded to the counter. Nice, right? So I’m sitting there stewing, giving her the very slight benefit of the doubt. Then she places her additional purchases on the counter… with her coupons! Seriously, you are going to do that in this line?
But there is a problem. The coupon(s) aren’t scanning correctly. Bam, the register is locked up. So we (by this time there are more people in line behind me) wait while the cashier goes to find someone to call for a CSM.
OK, now this is where I start to like the cashier! While he’s waiting for CSM to come, he jumps on another register and asks if he can help me. As I’m approaching, she gets a panicky look and sounds out “Can you call the CSM again? I’ve got a doctors appointment in five minutes!”
As the cashier is helping me with my thirty second purchase, I begin to smile a little. As I walk out, get in my car and drive away, I’m thinking that she may be there awhile, waiting on that CSM. Ain’t karma a bitch?