There's an evil monkey at Wal-mart.

Working for the big blue box sometimes brings me in contact with some weird people. On my last shift, I was putting up stock in the infants department. I'm sitting siting there on my ass rotating the formula when I look up and see a woman with a baby held against her chest. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was about to go back to the formula when something stopped me. Wait a sec, that baby didn't look quite right. Well, it turned out to be a monkey. What the hell is that doing in the store? Wally World only allows service animals to enter the store. Oh great I thought, those door greeters really are blind. How are they expected to deter shoplifters when they can't see monkeys coming through their doors? Still, I was kind of curious and wanted to go talk to this lady. If she would let me, I would have taken a picture with my camera phone. I never go the chance however because I couldn't just leave my isle with a bunch of cans lying on the floor. Safety hazard you know.

Later as I was talking with Adam's mom, I found out that this lady comes in all the time with that monkey. It turns out that the monkey is a service animal. Dogs, dwarf ponies, pigs, and now monkeys. When they finally get a cat to be useful, then I will be impressed. I mentioned to her that I would have liked to have gotten a picture. She panicked a bit as if I was going to do it right that second. "No! Don't ever approach that monkey."

Apparently, this monkey is the devil incarnate. It hates people (not a good quality for a service animal in my opinion). If you approach this lady from the back, that monkey will scream bloody murder. I was told of numerous occasions when the associates would hear the screeches and howls and know exactly who was in the store. The reason why this was the first I have seen it is because this lady always comes in the morning when there are less people around. I wonder why she decided to come in at 8pm then and risk me upsetting the critter because I would have.