Well, Tuesday is my last day at Walmart *YAY!!* So I'm thinking I'm going to leave peacefully, they won't realize how much they will miss me until I'm gone. But Saturday, I thought I was going to get out of work a little before Tuesday. Occasional we (the cartpushers) combine carts to form a long train, one guy pushes, one steers. A new cartpusher and myself are setting one up, we are almost done and some guy wants to pull into the parking spot that we are "blocking". So the new guy, still thinking politeness is how you deal with Walmart customers ha, says "Maybe we should let him go", I kinda shrugged and grabbed the last 4 carts. Then I hear, "HEY! You're a ****ing ***hole!" I slowly turn, look at this guy and say, "Oh really?" And he says, "I heard what you said." Wait... hold up. Maybe a description of this guy is in order. He was driving a blue pickup truck, a "southern" guy (southern north pennslyvania?), bald, and huge. This man could have destroyed me in a second. I might have got a few punches in, but I'd more or less be demolished. Back to the story. "I heard what you said." Need I remind you I said nothing. I was in a sleep deprived haze, so I figured I might have said something. So I asked him, "What did I say?" His clever reply, "You know what you said." Now it's not like this guy is going to be modest and not be able to swear. If I know what I said... does he? "What's your name?" "Matt" "Matt who?" "Matt Till." I continue, "You can go inside now and go tell management, go ahead, try and get me fired." He storms to the doors, "Oh I will." I pause, watch him and say, "Oh yeah... just one more thing." I look at the new guy and his eyes get huge, he just knew I was going to say something bad and get destroyed. "It's T-I-L-L... thanks... have a nice day!" Management hasn't said a damn thing to me about it.