When I shop at our nearest Wal-Mart, I'm reminded of two hilarious scenes in the movie Shaun of the Dead. There's this female cashier who looks like she's either stoned out of her mind or completely plastered. She's slowly scanning items with that same distant, zombie-like expression, lethargic and apathetic. Roughly fifteen or twenty minutes later, she's found in the backyard of the protagonists' town home, staring at their garden. The main characters think she's drunk...but she's actually a recently-turned zombie, and they only find out after she gets up after being mistakenly pushed onto a protruding steel pipe. In both instances, she still had that same lethargic look, completely indistinguishable from living or dead.
Seriously, I could elbow myself in the groin and those cashiers wouldn't crack a smile. Doesn't matter the demographic, either. College kid (perhaps the worst). Middle-aged mothers (with the no-BS attitude). Even the creepy older guy with long greasy, slicked-back hair (who also smiles at your kids and makes them cry). Either way, the same apathetic expressions. Makes looking for lower prices far more costly. Is working at Wal-Mart that torturous? Now I'm not expecting a back massage or a personalized tour throughout the store...I'd just like something simple like a quick smile or a "Hello."
Then again...I also thought I'd be able to get an autographed basketball card from my favorite player while sitting in the nosebleed section.
But who ever said you can't dream?
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