Why I Hate Wal-Mart, Reason #34

By semi-popular demand based on a series of Tweets I posted August, 2011:

     I hate Wal-Mart. Every time I go, I add to my list of reasons why I hate it. I am now up to, I think, #34. Tonight, against better judgment, I am in Wal-Mart. I am in line, being checked out by a very nice young man, obviously new, who realizes he is running out of bags.  He has enough to check my purchases and probably a couple more people, but he's earnest and proactive so he calls for bags...twice...no response.  Now, it becomes apparent by his behavior that he can't simply go to an empty register and get bags himself; he has to fill out a formal bag requisition or something.  So, after two futile attempts to get bags or locate the proper bag requisition forms, he flags down a Customer Service Manager, whose name I never got, so for purposes of this story we will just refer to her as "Lazy Bitch".  He politely inquires, in very Oliver Twistesque fashion, if he might, perchance, have a few more bags, please, ma'am.  Lazy Bitch tells him to just switch registers instead. Wait, what?  The EFF??? There are four fully-bagged empty registers around him; we are literally awash in bags.  Bags this young man isn't allowed to touch and Lazy Bitch can't be bothered to go to "Where the Bags May Be Touched" to get him a supply?? There are three people behind me that now have to move to another register and this young man has to sheepishly explain that he's being moved because well, the bags, you see...are no more...THE BAGS ARE NO MORE!!! If this young man at some point has a complete mental breakdown and spends his remaining days muttering "the bags...it was the bags..." ala Caine Mutiny, it will be entirely the fault of Lazy Bitch and dumbass Wal-Mart.