Yes, I know the rest of the world lives and dies by the Wal-fart. Yes, I know that there are people who may even read my blog that like the Wal-blart, but me? . . . . nooooooo. I can't stand it. I try to avoid this big evil store as much as possible, but I have visited 2 different stores in the last 2 days and that has been more than plenty.
Yesterday, I went to the WM in Tooele (also referred to as the Tooele Mall). I went shopping with James, Melissa the art teacher, and 5 freshman students. We were shopping for a sub-for-santa we've been working on. I had shopping lists to divy up among all of us. We successfully completed our shopping in a very expeditious 45 minutes. It was great. We then took our shopping carts to the shortest checkout line and proceeded to check out . . . um, sure . . . we were in the check-out line for 45 minutes more. I couldn't believe it. I kept looking around, but all of the lines were that long and NOT moving. I thought our slowness was to blame on the two, count them two, different women in our line who were on oxygen. There are at least 20 check out stands and only 6 or so of them were open. Great!
Tonight I needed to go to another WM. I was with my dad and Willie. I needed to pick up two more Christmas gifts, one specifically from the WM and one that I needed for tomorrow that could be purchased there also. The parking lot was out of control, so my Dad just dropped me off. I should have been able to dash in and out, but of course that's impossible. I went directly to what I needed and then to the check out stand. That task took about 2 minutes. I went to the 10 items or less line. This creepy man with a do-rag in front of me kept staring at me. I was trying to pretend he wasn't and was trying not to make eye contact. He was very dirty. When he finally got to the check-out stand, he paid for his things - 3 TV dinners, fruit cups, some kind of Mexican orange soda, and a denim, button-down shirt to match the one he was wearing. He leaned over the little counter and invaded the personal space of the checker. "Can I ask you a small favor? I really need to go to the bathroom. Can I leave all this stuff here while I go." She said, "um sure. Just push your cart around the end." He then told 2 more WM employees that he was leaving his cart there and going to the bathroom. He would come back in a minute.
I hat the Wal-spelunckart.
4 comments:
I hate Wal Mart and refuse to give them any of my money for many, many reasons. I haven't been in one (except for one incident this last June) for almost 2 years.
Yes! I haven't been in one since probably April when I was trying to use up some generous gift cards that generous people had given us as wedding gifts. I appreciate the gifts. Don't get me wrong. The problem is that in Tooele, they're the only store that takes P.O.'s from the high school and it's pretty much the only place to go. Oh well. I'm with you, though.
I really think it's a generational thing with you gals, becasue I see slow and creepie people everywhere.
walmart needs to die!
I haven't gone, I think, since I was given gift cards upon my marriage.
walmarts smell like pee and are the cause of all that's bad in the world.
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