I survived a third Thanksgiving at Wal-Mart. Of all the things to return, some lady returned a thawed-out turkey today.
Yes. A thawed-out turkey.
Her story goes like this. She was getting ready to start cooking when the family called. They were having car trouble and weren't going to make it into town. So she shouldn't bother cooking the bird.
So what did she do? She took the bird out of the sink, PUT IT BACK IN THE PLASTIC and put it in a Wal-Mart bag, dug the receipt out of the trash (yes, the receipt was wet from where she threw it away) and return the turkey, two boxes of stuffing, some cranberries, the stuff to make pumpkin pies, green beans and a package of rolls.
She rolled in to Customer Service with all the fixings for a Thanksgiving dinner and rolled right out with nineteen dollars and change.
I was so busy today that all I could do was tie that turkey up in the Wal-Mart bag, tape a defective slip onto it, slide it over to the side and say to the next person "Can I help you?"
A freaking THAWED-OUT TURKEY? And the next woman in line goes - "did she really return a thawed-up turkey?" Yeah, she did. Next.