Only at Wal-Mart...

I heard the best story the other day and I had to share it. My best friend calls me up Tuesday laughing because some things cannot be justified via text messaging - even to someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

"I stopped at Wal-Mart on my way out of town," she says. (Any conversation that starts this way is a sure fire bet when it comes to valid entertainment). "I wanted to return some knives."

Then there was as story about the knives that is not relevant to this blog - so I digress...

"I was standing at the customer service counter," she continues with her story. (What is it about the customer service department anyway - talk about folks that literally look through you when you approach them). "This woman was clipping her nails...with a pair of big orange handled scissors!"

You know the tool - everybody had a pair of big orange handled scissors in their house. Those things cut everything from wrapping paper to a frozen pizza fresh from the oven. Apparently they make lovely nail clippers.

"Uh, out in the open?" I ask.

"Yes!" My friend replies. "She made me wait until she was all clipped!"

My first reaction was to laugh, because my first thought was - only at Wal-Mart does that happen. You would NEVER go into Dillard's or Macy's and find the Ralph Lauren lady clipping her nails at the counter - hell those women don't even smile. They just sneer at you - and judge.

"The little bits of nail were flying at me!" That's just gross. If clipping nails is a must, at least do it under the counter, where the little bits of nail can be contained.

I asked if the lady was aware of my friend standing there, or at least acted like she was aware of her lack of professionalism. The reply was, yes, she saw me - and she even admitted what she was doing.

The lady in the blue vest just looked up at my friend and said - without missing a beat - "Sorry about that, I just had to cut it because it was getting snagged on stuff."