I am not a Walmart shopper. Let me rephrase that, I am not a willing Walmart shopper. I wasn’t born yesterday. I have been treated rudely often enough by Walmart employees to not be a believer in their customer service commercials. Oh, the post I could write about the things employees at Walmart have said to me over the years. Shesh! …BUT! Although, I do most of my grocery shopping elsewhere, I am constantly sucked in. I average about once a week. They have stuff I need and usually the lowest price around.
HOWEVER, the other day, I actually left Walmart with a smile on my face. Don’t fall over dead or call me a liar! I know, I know, Doesn’t sound possible, BUT, as I am checking out, an older gentleman, I am guessing in his 70s strikes up a friendly conversation with my girl and I (already, this is far far above the normal courtesy that I find there) and then he starts to sing to us! An old song about loving your mother. He is singing to my daughter. I melted.
Everyone walking by, and everyone standing near (which is a lot of people) are turning and staring and giving him the “What in the world are you doing?!” look and the “You are an idiot” look. The look I am giving him? The “You have made my day” look.
People that think that he has lost his mind, I say that he may be one of the few in that store that has found it! What a joy to see a kind soul that is actually enjoying his job in customer service and is actually in the business of serving! It was, by far, my best experience at Walmart ever. I thanked him, but it just didn’t seem like enough.