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| - Oh... Steelyard Walmart. If I were in a peppier mood, I might write an appropriate, country-western flavored song, but since I just got back from Steelyard Walmart, lighting some incense and repeating a calming mantra seem more in order - but in lieu of that, here I am on Yelp.
Now I will second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth every derogatory comment the other Yelpers have left, and then I'll add a few more. This store is a meme in motion; This store is a study in humanity and culture but I promise you, you're not going to leave feeling like you saw a special on PBS. You know how some cities say, "At least we're not Detroit!" - Well other stores in Cleveland say, "At least we're not Steelyard Walmart!"
Okay, now that I got that out of my system, let me say that I will absolutely agree that it is NOT the fault of the cashiers that management doesn't hire/staff enough people at any given time, like oh you know, after work hours (logically!) to cover the lines that back up literally into the clothing racks. Today, we waited in line over 30 minutes, because someone decided to use WIC coupons with various items in 4 carts of groceries. That's right. I got out of line while my son waited. I went and asked another cashier to call a manager. "Well I don't have a phone at my station so..." Hm, that's convenient. But why on earth, why oh why would the cashier not say "Hey, hold up, you ain't Wic'ing four carts in my line, lady?" Why would there not be a policy as such?
Because it's Walmart. Steelyard Walmart. And they don't care.
I will also add that it's been my personal experience that there is a large degree of hm, how do I say it nicely? Preferential treatment given by the cashiers of a certain demographic to customers of the same demographic. I'm not pointing fingers, but you know who you are. Yet, of course this argument would never in a million years hold water, because it's 2015 in America... and it's Walmart. Steelyard Walmart. And they don't care. Are we seeing a pattern here?
Lastly, if you think hey, it's a 24 hr. store, I'll just go at 3am and things will be better, you're incorrect. After midnight, as Eric Clapton famously sang, is when they let it all hang out. The employees shout across the aisles to one another in various colorful phrases, the shelves are in utter disarray, and God forbid you need someone to assist you.
So as you might surmise from these reviews ----- stay away -------- trust every instinct that you have that it's worth the drive to North Olmsted Walmart. You might even want to drive to Strongsville - unless you're the Steelyard customers we hate, then just stay where you are.
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