Originally Posted by Hetuck
I'm pretty much to the point that I wouldn't give a flying fudge if Walmart stopped selling ammo considering I haven't seen any at my Walmarts for 6+ months now. The dickheads at the counter are starting to act like you are bothering them whenever you walk by their area to look for ammo.
I guess I'll try to stop in before work once or twice next week and pretty much give up after that.
I was getting sick of the service too.
I went to Wal-Mart in Sturgeon Bay, WI. I look at their ammo case - I see 1 Box of 50 FMJ rounds of Federal .45 ACP. I ring the bell, some guy comes around "Can I help you?"
I said "Yes, I want to buy some ammo."
"OK, I don't have the key, let me go get someone." He replies.
So I wait, and I wait, and I WAIT. 5 or 6 minutes go by. Angie comes up to me and says "Sorry, Sarah went to lunch, and she has the key".
"Oh, " I say, "don't you think it would have been a good idea if she'd have left the keys here?"
"Yes, that is what she's supposed to do."
"I see, and when does Sarah get back from lunch?"
"Oh about Noon."
I look at my watch, and it's 5 after 11. "Oh well, I can't wait an hour." I said and walked away. I had an appointment to go to.
Rockford, IL (Ok I get around a LOT). I stop in to Wal-Mart and get a snack. It's 6:30am, and I figure if they've gotten a shipment in over night, it should be on the shelf and I'll get first dibs. Sure enough, locked in the glass cabinet, they had 5 boxes of .45 FMJ Blazer 50 rounds, and several of the 100 round value packs of .223 for like $49? BINGO!
I look around - there is NO ONE! About 3 minutes
later I finally I see a lady stocking a shelf, I say - "Can I get some help by the ammo?"
She replies "Sure, let me get someone". Then, she CONTINUES STOCKING THE SHELF. And I'm thinking "WTF? Why don't you find someone, then you can go back to stocking the shelves. I'm not here to watch you work." About 2 minutes
later, she says "Come on" and walks over to the ammo with me. I'm thinking "Great, a couple minutes and I'll be on my way".
"OK I'll be right back", she says. About 4 minutes
later, she passes by saying that a manager will be here soon. 12-15 minutes later
(I kid you not), a "manager" shows up, and he has a key that opens a white cabinet on the wall, which contains MORE keys". He pokes around in there for a minute or two
, apparently not finding the ammo key. He gets on the radio and calls to another "manager". 5-6 more minutes
pass and the second manager shows up.
Manager 1: "Do you know where the ammo keys are?"
Manager 2: "No, aren't they in the cabinet?"
Manager 1: "No, I checked."
Manager 2 pokes through the cabinet for a minute
. Then looks in the till. He confers with Manager 1, and they decide that Bob must have taken the keys home with him.
Manager 2: "We think Bob took the keys home with him. He's supposed to leave them locked in the cabinet, and there's supposed to be a spare in the drawer of the register"
I say, "Well, can you call Bob over here? I need to get moving soon." I had to get to Memphis.
Manager 2: "Bob's not here yet, he doesn't get in until 8am."
The instant he finished his sentence, I was headed to the door. I Didn't say a word, or look back. If they didn't see steam coming out my ears by now, they were blind. Between walking in and walking out, 32 minutes
of my life that I can never get back.
On the way out, I was thinking of going into the hardware dept, buying a hammer and inventing my own "key".