Walmart

So I've been working at Walmart for all of about a week and a half (that is an exact figure). I've discovered that people of Walmart.com was all photographed at Utah Walmarts... I've seen cross-dressing men, old ladies with no teeth, foreigners, and reeeeeeally fat people riding in the handicapped shopping carts.
I've had a couple douchey customers now. One guy got frustrated when I couldn't find "turkey breast" (which by the way... isn't a kind of turkey) and he stormed off after accusing me of not being able to do my job. I'm glad I got the "dude, it's my second day!" in before he shrugged his shoulders and stormed off.
I had this old lady today that yelled at me for being in the back at the fryer instead of helping her (I was left alone in the deli without knowing I was alone) so she yelled at me for having to wait for MAYBE 30 seconds, and then using her best "old lady has a tiny voice" voice to order, luckily she pointed to the left side of the hot case, and I heard "two" so I pointed at the corndogs and asked, "two corndogs?" and she nodded, and then when I pulled out a bag and started grabbing 2 corndogs she yelled, suddenly finding a voice, "I SAID SHRIMP! SHRIMP!! THAT'S THREE TIMES NOW!" and then she went back to her tiny voice and ordered one of every kind of chicken in the case, including the buffalo boneless wings, which I'm sure may have caused her at the least alot of discomfort, and at the most... death
and the other day I had this Indian chick come to the hot case and ask for "chicken roast"... so I say, "rotisseri chickens? down there" and she looks down and laughs at me and says "chicken roast" and I say, "I don't know what you want, what do you want *pointing to the hot case. so she points vaugely in the area of mozzerella sticks... success! and she says, "one" so I get a little cup and put 1 in there and ask, "just the one?" and she says, "NO!" and "*mumbling in semi English-Indian." so I say, "I don't know what you want" "do you have paper and a pen?" (asks the unhelpful gentleman behind her in line (how is she going to write her order when she can't even SPEAK English! finally she decides to actually use her words and she says, rolling her eyes, "one p*phlegm*ounde" (sound it out).
I work with a lesbian who let me know by telling me "I lick snatch"... thanks for that...
I work with 4 Iran/Iraq/some other country over there women, 1 of which is helpful and can speak fairly good English, 1 that is less helpful and speaks slightly less English, and 2 that aren't much help and don't speak much English... at least while I'm around, though I'm convinced that the younger one is just getting out of doing things.
Overall it's not a bad job, I cook all the stuff in the hotcase: fried chicken, popcorn shrim/chicken, potato wedges, mashed potatos... etc. I work with a good bunch of people, my boss isn't a dick... the only real complaint so far is that my schedule is nowhere near consistant. but for now I'm happy there...