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...is Satan. Holy hell. Firstoff, I went in there for 5 things, and dropped $100. Went in for some milk, breakfast sausage, air fresheners, windshield wipers and dryer sheets, and ended up with sweatpants, chicken breasts, lint rollers and all kinds of ****. Stupefying.
Secondly, Do people act like savages outside of Walmart, or is it something inside those walls that makes them bat**** crazy? Good God. People cut you off, turn around mid-aisle with their shopping carts and glare at you because, you know, it's YOUR fault they turned around and your carts banged together. Unreal.
Thirdly, they have more lanes than you can imagine, and apparently a maximum of two open at a time. WTF? As I was leaving (after standing in the checkout line for 30 minutes), I heard a "manager" tell someone a walktie-talkie she needed reinforcements (my word, not her's. It's not clear if she knows what "reinforcements" are) because there were lines backed up into apparel. So that's the trigger? It's all well and good until you **** with people shopping for clothes. Remind me next time to place a string of shopping carts end to end with one item in each cart until I reach the apparel department. Maybe then I can make it a quick trip.
Lastly, scratch that last sentence. There is no quick trip to Walmart. Evidently, blind monks from Tibet designed the layout of the store. I can find my way around most stores fairly easily, there is usually some semblence of a logical order to things. But not Walmart. I swear, it's almost like they are purposefully screwing with you. And I think they put the **** on the opposite side of the store so you have to wander around and see more useless **** that you might buy.
I know this will spawn a multitude of posts asking why in God's name did I set foot in Walmart, and after that experience, those are perfectly appropriate questions. I suppose I need a reminder once a year or so.
Secondly, Do people act like savages outside of Walmart, or is it something inside those walls that makes them bat**** crazy? Good God. People cut you off, turn around mid-aisle with their shopping carts and glare at you because, you know, it's YOUR fault they turned around and your carts banged together. Unreal.
Thirdly, they have more lanes than you can imagine, and apparently a maximum of two open at a time. WTF? As I was leaving (after standing in the checkout line for 30 minutes), I heard a "manager" tell someone a walktie-talkie she needed reinforcements (my word, not her's. It's not clear if she knows what "reinforcements" are) because there were lines backed up into apparel. So that's the trigger? It's all well and good until you **** with people shopping for clothes. Remind me next time to place a string of shopping carts end to end with one item in each cart until I reach the apparel department. Maybe then I can make it a quick trip.
Lastly, scratch that last sentence. There is no quick trip to Walmart. Evidently, blind monks from Tibet designed the layout of the store. I can find my way around most stores fairly easily, there is usually some semblence of a logical order to things. But not Walmart. I swear, it's almost like they are purposefully screwing with you. And I think they put the **** on the opposite side of the store so you have to wander around and see more useless **** that you might buy.
I know this will spawn a multitude of posts asking why in God's name did I set foot in Walmart, and after that experience, those are perfectly appropriate questions. I suppose I need a reminder once a year or so.
