41. I worked at one of the older Walmart stores (not Supercenter) back in 1998. I don’t recall much of the customers, except Ms. Allen.
Ms. Allen was this elderly woman, whom everybody knew, who had a bad stutter. She apparently lived alone and had really poor hygiene skills. Her hair was always frizzy, and she often smelled of terrible B.O. She would always put $100 or so worth of “granny panties” on Lay-Away, pay her minimum deposit (10% at the time, I think), then come back a month later (60-day Lay-Away, but it was recommended you make a payment in 30 days – didn’t have to, but it was recommended) and cancel the Lay-Away. Not pay it off; cancel. As in “get her money back”. You were allowed up to three (3) Lay-Away accounts at a time, which she did.
She had been caught shoplifting a time or two at both the Walmart and at the Kmart in the same town. She always carried this giant purse in the baby seat of the cart, big enough to probably smuggle out a TV. She was caught a few times trying to make off with the granny panties. When Loss Prevention and the local Police Dept. tried to question her, she’d try speaking with the really bad stutter, and they had to just let her go.
42. Not that this is really “peopleofwalmart” specific, but hey, I’ve been catcalled in the daytime, while working. I worked in the produce section so I had on those green aprons and my hair up in a ponytail. Know what’s great? The look on a guy’s face when he realizes he just whistled at my ass while I was stocking shelves, except I’m a dude. I’ve been miss’d, mam’d, darlin’d, hey hot stuff’d…
