2/5 Tonto500 T. 3 months ago on Google New
I
would
typically
regard
this
Walmart
as
one
of
the
better
ones,
but
today
was
not
one
of
its
more
stellar
days.
Left
me
with
a
feeling
that
Rod
Serling
was
lurking
somewhere
behind
a
display
waiting
to
tell
me
"This
is
the
Twilight
Zone."
It
is
New
Year's
Eve
and
pretty
much
every
store
handling
alcohol
expects
an
increase
in
alcohol
sales.
I'm
in
the
alcohol
section
and
I
keep
getting
in
the
way
of
a
female
patron
walking
up
and
down
the
aisle
trying
to
avoid
my
cart--I'd
seen
her
about
15
minutes
earlier,
but
I
was
shopping
for
other
things.
She
finally
explained
that
she
was
waiting
for
assistance
to
get
into
the
area
where
the
alcohol
was
locked
behind
glass
doors.
Actually,
what
I
was
really
looking
for
was
behind
the
locked
glass
doors
as
well.
So
after
waiting
about
10
minutes
with
her,
I
headed
off
to
find
someone.
Spoke
with
3
different
folks,
none
of
whom
could
help
us--but
they
did
their
best.
Finally,
one
person
came
back
and
suggested
we
ask
a
manager
in
the
front
of
the
store
who
had
the
key.
For
me,
that
was
one
step
too
far.
I
found
something
else
to
satiate
my
craving
for
holiday
cheer.
As
I
was
checking
out,
however,
the
manager
had
to
come
over
and
check
me
out
because
I
had
alcohol.
I
passed
along
what
had
happened
earlier
and
how
long
the
other
patron
had
waited.
At
this
point
she
proudly
holds
up
her
key
and
proclaims
"I've
got
it."
I
also
pointed
out
that
we
pushed
the
"assistance"
button
several
times
with
no
luck...her
response
was
"oh,
we
don't
hear
those
requests
for
assistance
up
here."
Huh?
What?
Rod,
is
that
you
behind
the
display
case
after
all?
I've
not
encountered
such
a
lack
of
self-awareness
very
often.
And
this
is
a
manager?
Do
patrons
shop
at
Walmart
to
make
things
more
convenient
for
staff?
So,
if
patrons
are
expected
to
go
find
someone
with
a
key,
put
up
a
sign
telling
them
so
and
point
them
in
the
right
direction.
If
the
button
doesn't
reach
anyone
in
the
front
of
the
store--put
up
a
sign
informing
patrons
of
this
rather
than
making
them
wait
for
nothing.
I
might
add
at
this
point
that
when
you
press
the
assistance
button
a
voice
tells
you
"someone
will
be
with
you
shortly."
This
really
isn't
all
together
that
difficult.
May
be
time
time
for
some
remedial
training
for
certain
members
of
the
supervisory
staff.
Then
as
I
was
leaving
a
curious
thing
happened.
I
heard
a
strange
message
in
a
familiar
raspy
voice
refined
by
years
of
heavy
cigarette
smoking
say:
There
is
a
fifth
dimension
beyond
that
which
is
known
to
man.
It
is
the
middle
ground
between
light
and
shadow,
between
science
and
superstition,
and
it
lies
between
the
pit
of
man's
fears
and
the
summit
of
his
knowledge.
It
is
an
area
which
we
call
the
Twilight
Zone.
But
for
those
of
us
in
Avon,
we
just
call
it
Walmart.