Monday, Monday — Not a good day at Walmart for her
I would like to share my Monday with the people of Fayetteville.
I went into a store and came out and my car wouldn’t start. I sat there in the heat sweltering, and finally the car started, but it was obvious the battery was dying.
I made it to the Walmart in Fayetteville where I purchased [the battery], pulled in and the car died. I went inside the store and talked to the clerk.
It was obvious they were short-handed, [so] I waited an hour for a clerk to come back from break. He finally looked at the battery, checked it and said it was dead, and for some reason they decided they didn’t have a battery to fit my car.
Personally I don’t even think they looked. The clerk jump-started the car and told me to check the store in Peachtree City.
I got as far as the hill in front of my chiropractor’s office and my car died. Highway 85, four lanes of afternoon traffic, and there I sit.
Do any of you remember the good old days when men would help ladies in distress on the road? Well, the only thing I got was horn-blowing and people cursing.
I called Kurt Miller, my friend and chiropractor, and told him I was out in front of his business broke down.
He came out and was going to push me. He was in back getting ready to shove me, [when] a black lady drove up beside me and said she had two boys who could help, but she didn’t want them to get run over.
They got out, another lady jumped out of her car and stopped traffic, and the guys pushed the car over four lanes and up a hill into Kurt’s parking lot. Kurt closed his office and bought me home. This man is the best friend and chiropractor anyone could have.
The point to this story is this. My grandson came up that afternoon, took the battery out of his small truck, we went up to Fayetteville, he put the battery in and the car started.
Now if the battery in his truck fit in the car, and Walmart knew my battery was dead, why didn’t they put another battery in my car and solve the problem right then, and I wouldn’t have broken down in the heat, and traffic?
I don’t think Sam Walton would have been pleased with the service I got at the Fayetteville store.
When the guy behind the counter came out to the car and said he didn’t have a battery to fit my car, I started crying and asked what am I going to do?
He looked me straight in the eye and said, “I don’t know.” What he meant to say was, “I don’t care.” He turned around and walked back in the store.
I hate to admit it but when you look at me, it’s obvious [that] I am an old lady, and this old lady got no help from Walmart the store.
I would like to thank the black lady’s sons who helped me, and of course the one gentlemen, and friend who helped me.
To all of you horn-blowers and people who cursed me (”People don’t park in the middle of a busy highway!” duh, and they are having problems), you just might want to show a little patience. It couldn’t hurt.
Fayette County, Ga.