Recently my roommate, her boyfriend and I had taken a fateful trip to Walmart a Sunday or so ago. That seemed to be our first mistake. We walked into Walmart so my roommate could get some more fish for her tank. Yes, Walmart carries fish. The lady who helped us had told us catching fish was "the worst part of her job". We all gave each other a look, then my roommate proceeded to tell the lady which fish she would like. The first fish, medium sized, was the first to be caught...well, not for about 5 minutes. The lady had a small net, too small for this fish. We stood there for about 5 minutes before she decided to change to a bigger net. She finally got the fish, and proceed to try to put him into the bag, but he was stuck inside the net. She repeatedly banged the net against the side of the container which held the bag. The fish, finally after a few good wacks, fell into the bag. The bag was given to my roommate. My roommate then told the lady the other fish she would like. The Walmart employee then went and tried to pick up a tiny fish with the big net. The net was so big in comparison to the fish the employee was able to pick up most of the same fish in the tank. By that time, the employee decided to switch back to the small net, and then she caught the second fish, known as Candy Corn as the fish is orange, yellow and white. The lady had only needed to smack the net against the container once before Candy Corn was released, but the fish had hit the bottom of the container very hard.
We walked away from the fish aisle, and into the checkout line. I had bought a $1 caramel apple, so my roommate said I could go first. The cashier had told me the apple was $1, and then I proceeded to give him $10, as that was the lowest bill I had on me. He gave me a look, an "are you kidding me" look and reiterated the fact that the apple was only a dollar. I told him that was all I had, and he gave me my change. I had walked off to the side so my roommate could pay for her fish.
During the time I was being severely judged, my roommate was talking to the creepy older guy behind us. He had exclaimed at the fact that there were fish at Walmart, then asked: "What's the survival rate of the fish from here?" My roommate told him out of the three fish she had bought about 3 weeks earlier, only one, a pleco fish, had died. He had exclaimed, "You know you have to feed them right?!" My roommate told him yes, she had fed him. He then looked into the bags that she was holding, and had asked: "Can those two fish even get along together?" My roommate said they should be fine, they have the same food needs and water type. He had then whipped out his phone and proceeded to research the two fish.
By that time, I had finished my transaction, and it was my roommate's turn. She held that bag so the code written on the side of was facing our cashier, Muhammad. He typed in the number, then my roommate's boyfriend held out the bag, in which the cashier took. After the cashier typed in the number, he proceeded to drop the bag onto the conveyor belt. The fish had gotten stuck in the corner of the bag which had folded in on itself. They quickly paid, grabbed the fish, and we got out of there as quick as I could.
To commemorate our adventure, we have named one fish Muhammad Smith. Muhammad is a very common name, and also in remembrance of our cashier. Smith is also the most common last name, so we gave that to the fish as well. Candy Corn is named Candy Corn due to the colors the fish has.
That was our Walmart fish adventure.