You may have heard that the Supreme Court threw out a class action lawsuit against WalMart trying to extract money for every female employee, including those hired after the lawsuit was filed – for discrimination in the better paying management jobs
Today, I went to WalMart to annoy the Union Democrats and the anti-China tea party folks by shopping there. As I was coming in, my danger antenna immediately went up. An elderly woman (60ish) was riding one of those Scooter things out the in door. She didn’t have any merchandise, and was looking like she was going to go out the little door they push the carts into the store through – she also seemed to be listening to something in her ear. Okay, whatever.
The store was a mess – my local store has a food section (about 4 aisles), but isn’t a full SuperWalmart. It was a building that used to be something else and I don’t think WalMart has yet decided to confront the unionized supermarket stores in Connecticut. I’m about the last person to complain about anything, but I felt a need to say something….
So as I was leaving, the greeter said goodbye to me, and I walked over and said there was something I think someone needed to know – she pointed to the woman in the scooter and said “She’s the manager”.
W00t! triple play – my walmart has a handicapped woman with gray hair running the place (poorly). I don’t think she is transgender, but I didn’t ask. I feel so much more compassionate now that my store is diverse.
Remember Walmart’s new slogan: “If you see something, say something.”
… unless the person is in a protected class, of course.
I missed that. I actually feel much better now about what I did. One of my concerns was that random merchandise was all over the shelves. When a package of cookies is sitting in the cooking oil section, I worry that it might have been opened, tampered with or otherwise suspect. (Remember the Tylenol poisonings?)
At the very beginning of my trip, I picked up eggs – as I was taught by my mother, I opened the container to make sure that none of the eggs were cracked. While standing at the door, an employee walked up behind me for no apparent reason, discovered an egg loose in the case, looked at me and asked “Where did this egg come from?” as if I knew. She then seemed to be looking for the carton with a missing egg so she could put it back in.