You Shouldn't Go to Walmart

So, it's Thursday night last week, and Team Top Run is staying in the Casa Blanca dive inn and casino in Mesquite, Nevada.  And at 3:30 a.m., we all meet at the car (which is when the picture below--where I'm in my skirt--was taken).  We had a 5-gallon water jug we were going to fill, but no real good place to fill it. So we decided it would just be easier to make a fast stop at Walmart to purchase a couple of gallons of water.

Because I was in the back, and because it was 3:30 a.m. (which is, by definition, NIGHT!), I stayed in the car.  It took quite a while for everyone to get back.  They fill the water jug and climb back into the van, shaking their heads.  Mary Kay then tells this little tidbit:

They found the water, grabbed three gallons, then grabbed a couple of other items.  They stand at the cash register, but no worker is there.  Mary Kay goes to find an employee to ask for someone to come check them out.  She says to the woman, "We're in kind of a hurry here."  The woman responds, "You shouldn't have come to Walmart."

That, my friends, is what we call CUSTOMER SERVICE.  *sigh*