Catoperat
NES Member
Since I am a big fan of rants, here is one of my own.
My fiance and I went out to dinner in W. Boylston and on the way home I decided to run into Wal-Mart for an ammo check. No large-caliber handgun ammo, but plenty of .22 stuff. So she waits in the truck as I am only "running in for a second".
I get back to sporting goods and no one was around (not surprising to me at all). So I ask an associate to please page someone to sporting goods for me. He walks off and a few seconds later I here the call over the intercom.
Wait 7 or 8 minutes...
Ask a different associate to page someone to sporting goods. The intercom echos again.
Wait 10 minutes...
I walk up to the customer service desk (on the complete other side of the store) and ask the less than cordial customer service associate to please page someone to sporting goods. She goes to pick up the phone and I say "I've already tried that twice". She fires me a dirty look and picks up her walkie-talkie and calls for customer assistance in sporting goods. I walk all the way back across the store and wait.
Wait 5 minutes...
I begin to walk back to customer service (it's no longer about the .22's, now I'm there to make point).
As I start to walk back toward the front I spot a guy with a name badge and a walkie-talkie. I pounce. It's Tim (remember that name) he's the manager. I ask about sporting goods, he say's "no one has come yet?" "Nope!"
We start walking over towards the sporting counter and pass another woman with no name tag, but apparently works there as an assistant manager (?). Tim asks her "who is in sporting", she says "Jeff". Tim radios to Jeff. No response. Radios again, another woman replies that he was not there. Tim says to me, "what do you need?" I say "just ammo". He looks to the other woman standing with us and says "you can help him with that just get the keys". "Where are the keys?" she asks. "At the podium" Tim replies. You guessed it, the podium is at the other end of the store. Off she goes.
Wait 5 minutes...
She comes back and I show her exactly what I wanted (CCI mini-mags). She then tries just about every key on the ring to get the ammo locker open. There are about 20 keys on the ring. "We have to walk up front with these, I have no idea how to ring them up" she says. I am accustomed to this and follow her across the store to the front registers. She hands them to the cashier and I get in line.
Wait 5 or 6 minutes...
Get to the check out and the cashier rings up some targets, a pair of safety glasses, and then the ammo. I already have my LTC-A and credit card out. I wait for the register to scream the alarm. Right on cue!
CUSTOMER OVER 18? well yah....
CHECK FID... I hand the cashier my LTC-A.
She looks at it for awhile and says "It says I need to see your FID, do you have one of those?" I am now absolutely FLOORED! I stay calm and explain the her that the LTC supersedes the FID. "I'm gonna need to call the manager." I say "that would be Tim, right?" She gives me a snide look.
Wait 5 minutes...
Tim shows up and I explain to him how the firearms licensing works in this most lovely of States. He eventually pushes some button on the register. I pay and am on my way...45 minutes later!!!!!!
A side note: The finance was NOT happy as she waited in the truck the whole time, as I was just "running in".
So I get home and instead of blowing something up, here I am writing this...
Ahhhhhhh...that feels a little better
My fiance and I went out to dinner in W. Boylston and on the way home I decided to run into Wal-Mart for an ammo check. No large-caliber handgun ammo, but plenty of .22 stuff. So she waits in the truck as I am only "running in for a second".
I get back to sporting goods and no one was around (not surprising to me at all). So I ask an associate to please page someone to sporting goods for me. He walks off and a few seconds later I here the call over the intercom.
Wait 7 or 8 minutes...
Ask a different associate to page someone to sporting goods. The intercom echos again.
Wait 10 minutes...
I walk up to the customer service desk (on the complete other side of the store) and ask the less than cordial customer service associate to please page someone to sporting goods. She goes to pick up the phone and I say "I've already tried that twice". She fires me a dirty look and picks up her walkie-talkie and calls for customer assistance in sporting goods. I walk all the way back across the store and wait.
Wait 5 minutes...
I begin to walk back to customer service (it's no longer about the .22's, now I'm there to make point).
As I start to walk back toward the front I spot a guy with a name badge and a walkie-talkie. I pounce. It's Tim (remember that name) he's the manager. I ask about sporting goods, he say's "no one has come yet?" "Nope!"
We start walking over towards the sporting counter and pass another woman with no name tag, but apparently works there as an assistant manager (?). Tim asks her "who is in sporting", she says "Jeff". Tim radios to Jeff. No response. Radios again, another woman replies that he was not there. Tim says to me, "what do you need?" I say "just ammo". He looks to the other woman standing with us and says "you can help him with that just get the keys". "Where are the keys?" she asks. "At the podium" Tim replies. You guessed it, the podium is at the other end of the store. Off she goes.
Wait 5 minutes...
She comes back and I show her exactly what I wanted (CCI mini-mags). She then tries just about every key on the ring to get the ammo locker open. There are about 20 keys on the ring. "We have to walk up front with these, I have no idea how to ring them up" she says. I am accustomed to this and follow her across the store to the front registers. She hands them to the cashier and I get in line.
Wait 5 or 6 minutes...
Get to the check out and the cashier rings up some targets, a pair of safety glasses, and then the ammo. I already have my LTC-A and credit card out. I wait for the register to scream the alarm. Right on cue!
CUSTOMER OVER 18? well yah....
CHECK FID... I hand the cashier my LTC-A.
She looks at it for awhile and says "It says I need to see your FID, do you have one of those?" I am now absolutely FLOORED! I stay calm and explain the her that the LTC supersedes the FID. "I'm gonna need to call the manager." I say "that would be Tim, right?" She gives me a snide look.
Wait 5 minutes...
Tim shows up and I explain to him how the firearms licensing works in this most lovely of States. He eventually pushes some button on the register. I pay and am on my way...45 minutes later!!!!!!
A side note: The finance was NOT happy as she waited in the truck the whole time, as I was just "running in".
So I get home and instead of blowing something up, here I am writing this...
Ahhhhhhh...that feels a little better
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