There is a Super Wal-Mart somewhat close to my house that is just a year old. It would probably be considered, by Wal-Mart standards, one of their cream of the crop stores. It is really nice, clean, big, well stocked...just loverly. I love me some Wal-Mart and I am not ashamed to say that.
Now my pesky brother-in-law Mark does NOT like Wal-Mart, not even a tiny bit. We agree to disagree on the whole Wal-Mart thing. But that is a story for another time.
Generally speaking the highly trained, well educated staff at Wal-Mart is very helpful. Sure you may find a cranky associate now and then, but we all have our days.
Take my cashier man yesterday. I had selected a snazzy pair of (cheaply made) stylin' sunglasses. At the very affordable price of $9.99, no less. They had one of those thick zip tie type tag hanger thingy bobs around the nose piece.
I of course wanted to immediately wear my new cheap sunglasses in the car so I asked mr. nice Wal-Mart cashier if he could cut the tag off for me.
Being ever affable and so willing to please the customer he looked around his station for scissors, but to no avail. Then he reached into his pocket, and I thought perfect he has a pocket knife. Sadly, that was not the case. Nope, he pulled his fingernail clippers from his pocket... and proceeded to cut the tag off of my sunglasses with his nail clippers.
Clever? Yes. However, was I some what grossed out by him manhandling my $9.99 shades with his personal nail clippers, which had cut his nails while at the same time all the germ ridden gunk underneath his nails? I'll be honest...yes!!!!!!!