Most walmart customers are nice and appreciative with the help or answers that I give them. And then there is this one crotchety old bastard or bitch who feels that they need to dump on me when I can't give them the answer they want. Today it was some old fool with a jar of marshmallow fluff in his hand. I was working in the coffee/Peanut butter/jam/bread aisle. He asks me where the marshmallow fluff is kept. In our store it's in the baking aisle with the MARSHMALLOWS. He proceeds to rant to me about how this should be in the peanut butter aisle. Slams the jar he has IN HIS HANDS and stalks off. Now I have a cold, feel like crap and I nearly exploded with my own rage. But, all I could muster was a very sarcastic sounding, "I'm sorry, sir". It's hard for me to NOT take it personally and one of these days I will blow up.
