April 07, 2003

Got a kid slapped

On Saturday I was doing some long-needed work on my car to get the brake lights working properly. My Dremel tool is a cordless model, and I kept on running out of juice. By the time I finished cutting the holes, Murray's Auto had closed.

I wanted this job to be done, so I swallowed my pride and went to Wal-Mart. The place was packed with the unwashed masses. There were piles of merchandise all over the place, all registers were open, with 4-5 customers at each register. It was a madhouse. Made me think that every idiot within a 30 block radius was there looking for cheapshit Chinese slave-labor produced goods.

As I walked in, I asked the semi-retarded lady at the front door where I could find automotive supplies, and she told me to walk past clothing, turn left at the main aisle, walk past the toys, and it would be at the end of the aisle. As I followed her directions, I was wondering if it would have been easier and quicker for her to point in the general direction and just say "far left corner". *shrug* I would have expected a simple thing like that from a semi-retarded $5.15/hr "How May I Help You?" vested person. Expectations thwarted!

Anyway, I get to the far left corner of the store, and I don't find the bulbs that I want. They're sold out of them, but they have 10 of each other bulb that I don't need. I find one that has a close model number but has 4 leads instead of 2, and figure that should do the job.

Trying to avoid the mess of people at the front registers, I stand behind a lone man at the register in the sporting goods department. While I'm waiting, I notice a 12 year old Latino kid across the way at a locked display case playing with a BB gun. There was nobody actively working the register, so I ended up standing in line for about 4-5 minutes. During that time, the kid obviously got bored with holding the gun and "checking it out", once even looking down into the barrel. After all, how much can you check out a plastic BB gun without a CO2 cartridge and no BBs? He eventually yelled out to his little brother, about 8, who was holding his baby sister (about 1). The little kid came towards his brother, who then aimed and shot (the thankfully empty) gun at his little brother.

This pissed me off, so I yelled to the kid from about 15 feet away to put the gun down and to never do that again. His defense was that he was just playing, and that the gun wasn't loaded. I told him that lots of kids get killed every year while playing with guns that aren't supposed to be loaded, and that even a BB gun can seriously hurt or kill someone. What pissed me off even more was that there wasn't a Wal-Mart employee supervising this kid, and that someone had obviously unlocked the glass display case and let the kid handle the gun.

When the mom came by to scoop up her children, I told the kid to tell his mom what he did. He did so reluctantly, and his mother slapped him. I would have preferred that she have someone give him a lesson in gun safety, but to each his own. He'll probably get his hands on a real gun in a few years anyway.

Posted by gav at April 7, 2003 01:40 AM
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