I hate this Walmart. I hate the fact the last time I needed help finding something, the "associate" didn't speak English, although she was very nice and found someone who did. But since that person could not have cared less to help me, I was back to square one. I hate the fact there are people begging for money in the parking lots. Hello! I'm at Walmart. Think about it. I hate the fact it takes like an hour to find anything. And most of all, I hate the fact that my husband and I spent $4 on gas to look for diet Dr. Thunder because it's 33 cents cheaper than diet Dr. Pepper-and they only had four of them anyway! Huh-now that I think about it, maybe I belong there.