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| - I loathe shopping at Wal-Mart. The two stars are because my tires needed air after it got down to 28*F last week. The guy aired them up for free, so thanks.
Anyway, back to me hating shopping here. I don't come here of my own volition. 99/100 (I haven't been here 100 times, but for the sake of my argument... I digress) it's my sister dragging me here late at night to get something. (We live really close to each other, so I have no choice.)
What do I hate about this place? Well, imagine the quality of Dollar Tree x the size of Costco. That is what Wal-Mart is to me. I instantly become in a worse mood just knowing I have to go into the store.
The place is a mess constantly, especially in the home section. Trying to find anything requires a trek and digging around. Consistently items are strewn about the store. My sister and I call this the "thong on a plate" phenomenon, as these two items can be misplaced together in any part of the store and it wouldn't shock you. Oh, a thong on top of a plate in the freezer aisle? That's Wal-Mart. Thong on a plate in the bike aisle? That's Wal-Mart.
Just an FYI. Non-flavored carbonated water, aka club soda, is almost non existent and good luck finding pita chips.
The last time I came in, I was over charged for a few canning items and pectin. I told the cashier the numbers were off, substantially. She rescanned them, did not do a price check, and told me that's what they were ringing up as. It wasn't busy, but I couldn't be in that place a moment longer so I resolved to never come back to purchase anything from here on out.
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