Walmart Cashiers- my unsung heros

It's no surprise I heart Walmart. I felt like I won the lotto when I find out there was a Super Walmart about 4 miles from my new home in Orlando.  If you live in the area, you might have seen me.  I'm usually the mom with one screaming kid in the shopping cart, and another running all over the store picking everything she could find.  As a mom I've come up with strategies to make the trip a bit less chaotic. I usually let my two year old pick up a toy he likes and hold on to it. This pretty much is the only way to keep him from screaming. He'll usually look at it, inspect it and think that he is going home with it. I'm just happy I get a couple of quiet minutes to pick up most of the items on my list. Once I head to checkout, I have a plan.  I usually signal to the cashier to please hold the t-o-y (clearly spelled out) under the register because I wasn’t getting it.  Now I have done this more times than I can count, and to this day I have yet to meet an uncooperative Walmart cashier. They are even quite helpful and discreet about it.  I then wonder, could they also be moms? or Are they just feeling sorry for a mom who looks in distress?  Either way I'm always very appreciative and thank them. They have no idea the money and grief they save me.


So in a moment of gratitude, I dedicate this post to you, the cashiers at Walmart that help this mom keep her sanity and money in her pocket.


Thank you!