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| - You may say to yourself someday, "Self, I swore I'd never return to this Walmart, but I am right by it and need to get a - insert product here - that they do carry at the cheapest price, so I'll just..." Just Stop. Drive further, even if it grows your carbon footprint, even if it costs more.
We'll start with the parking lot. You WILL almost be hit by someone before you park. There's always a group of employees congregated by the door on smoke break. They look miserable.
Then there's the overall atmosphere. Quiet, like a warehouse. No smiles, not even on employees' faces. Even though it's the middle of the day, it's not crowded, making you wonder what's wrong and a bit scared for yourself.
Product availability is akin to what I imagine it was like in Communist Russia. Lots of empty space on shelves and the most common basics you need might not be there...like romaine lettuce, for example. There's a good chance you'll have to go to another store after shopping here because Walmart didn't have it.
Walmart's prices are no lower than anyone else's overall. They wanted $1.99 a pound for a whole chicken that I ended up buying at Trader Joe's for $1.29 a pound...for an organic chicken.
We haven't even reached the worst part yet. Checking out. I stood in a line, 3rd of 4 customers. Customer 1 was trying to pay with some kind of check that the cashier couldn't identify. Wait for manager, wait for manager. Line at dead stop. During this, Customer 2 with his "girl" and baby was yelling into his cell phone how he "can't hang right now because I'm at the Walmart with my girl and baby...". Cashier still waiting for manager, holding check up to the light as if it's going to show her a hidden Presidential face to prove its authenticity.
It's got to be more than a coincidence that the rapid rise in antidepressant use happened right about when Walmart went national in the U.S.
Don't go here. Go somewhere happy.
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