Today my boyfriend and I went out to Walmart so that he could refill a prescription. It was a pretty warm day as far as the weather in March goes, so my significant other wore shorts. He also brought some jeans in his backpack just in case the temperature dropped.
The Walmart we went to is about an hour away by bus. Sure enough, when we get there, the wind picks up. So my boyfriend goes into the washroom to change into his warmer clothes while I go get some supplies. On my way back to the store’s pharmacy, I see a girl in the main aisle with a shirt that says “Security.” She’s talking to a man in shirt and tie, presumably some manager, and I overhear her say “It’s the one with the belt and the backpack – but she didn’t see him do it.”
I follow the manager as he walks to the prescription counter, where sure enough my boyfriend – studded belt, backpack, and all – is standing. The manager approaches my boyfriend and asks him if he was filling a prescription, to which my mate replied that he was. The manager talks to the girl behind the desk, and leaves.
Ten minutes later, the prescription is ready. The pharmacist calls out my boyfriend’s name. The girl at the desk runs back, hushes something in her ear, and comes back to us informing us that it’ll be another five minutes. Minutes pass. She gets a call – and informs us again that it will be another five minutes. Finally, half an hour later, she receives a call that gives her the go ahead: she calls out his name, and gives him the bag with $200 worth of meds.
Jay had been accused of shoplifting the Old Navy pants he was wearing. That much we know. We presume that the delay was the security person reviewing the footage, seeing if he had in fact picked up anything.
This delay caused us to miss our bus back, which was rather frustrating. As a “fuck you” to Walmart, we shopped around at other stores, and then came back to eat at their own McDonald’s.