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So one lucky Christmas, Santa brought me some shitty little small-electronics bauble I couldn't possibly use no matter how I'd try, so I got the receipt, and lucky me had to return it to GOD DAMNED Wal-Mart.
Well, I walk into the door, and there's two people working the front door area - one kind-looking old man, obviously a retiree working this job to stay around people. He was the greeter; just sorta jolly, laughing, having a good time.
The other employee was equally friendly, perhaps even more so, a younger woman in her mid-30s. She too was very cool, and having a good time - she was also in a wheelchair, with only partial use of her arms. So, of course, she was assigned to stamping the items you were bringing in for return, with some sort of gun-type device.
What sort of lunatic would give the job requiring manual dexterity to the person who, unfortunately, doesn't have use of her arms/hands? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Watching her struggle with the gun, and the ensuing line (not to mention people getting pissed off, like it was her fault), well I didn't know whether to cry, help her out, or laugh my ass off at how ridiculous the whole thing became.
It was off the chain - to this day, I can't believe that some 'manager' didn't decide to, maybe, switch the jobs between the two?
But what the hell do I know, I guess . . .
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