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Time spent getting my water, flavors for my water, my cherry coke zerom and my hot pockets… less then 10 minutes.
Time spent second in line in the “speedy” checkout… 25 minutes.
WTF.
Lady in front of me was buying food for her family, including some kind of root.
Cashier didnt know what kind of root it was.
3 cashiers later, looking thru the book, couldnt figure out what kind of root it was… so they couldnt enter in the SKU.
Manager comes over, frustrated, goes to look at the price, and manually enters it in as generic grocery at .98 cents a pound.
So, lady swipes her food stamp card.
And it shows a balance remaining of 3.17.
She couldnt figure out why. She should have enough food stamps and then some.
Cashier lets her use her cell phone.
She has a balance.
It should work.
Cashier tries it again.
Food stamps wont pay for 3.17 of something…
Oh wait. The root. The stupid root.
Tha manager had entered it in as generic GROCERY, rather then generic FOOD.
So food stamps wouldnt cover it.
So the manager comes back, but cant void that one item for some reason.
Shes about to just void the whole damn thing, and re-do all the other groceries.
I’m pissed. 25 minutes standing there.
I said. Wait.
Just hold the hell on.
I gave the cashier the stupid 3.17.
The end.
See why i hate walmart?
Stupid roots.