So last friday, I posted about how I went to a Walmart where someone was putting bettas in the display tanks with other fish. I flagged someone down, and she was extremely nice, polite, and helpful. When I had to go, she was continuing to search for more cups so that she could take more out.
So this time around, I go check the fish area, and see that there are more bettas in the same situation. Peeved, I go in search of assistance, and end up calling two people over from the garden area. They claim they can help me, yet when I politely ask for them to please remove the bettas from these tanks, they tell me that only the person in charge of fish can do.
"Fine, may you please go get her then?"
When they returned with the girl on shift, it wasn't the same girl as last time. This girl was about my age (think 19, 20, 21) and looked annoyed, but asked, "How may I help you?"
So I started off by stating "I'm not trying to be a nuisance, but..." and repeated what I told the other two, and she told me that only the girls were in these tanks. When I pointed out that there were males in there too, she replied that they were fine, and asked why I thought they should be moved.
"They are quite aggressive, especially in small spaces."
She gave an exaggerated sigh, and said, "Well yeah, that's why they're called Japanese fighting fish."
Thinking it petty to correct her, I decided to ignore that statement and her unreasonable annoyance, and continued.
"I'm sorry, but this is not a good idea. While it is a nice idea, since they do need warm, filtered water, they should not be in such a close space with other fish. It isn't good for the bettas, and it isn't good for the other fish."
She gave me this look, opened one of the tanks, poked one of the bettas with a net (he swam away into a corner, poor boy), and said, "Look, these are my bettas. I've been taking care of them for a while, and besides, it was the General Fish Manager's idea. I can't move them unless they're being bought, or he gives the okay." Then, she closed the lid and put her hand on hip, and as if daring me to answer, stared at me.
I was starting to lose my patience with her, but I said, "Well, then, may you please ask him to kindly remove these bettas from these tanks?"
"He has the morning shift," she quickly said.
"Then in the morning, when he comes in, ask him to move them."
"Thank you, and have a good evening." I walked off, feeling mad enough to spit poison at her.
That was strike two.
Next time I go in, if nothing has changed, I'm going directly to the manager and asking him/her to do something.