Around this time of year the local Wal-Mart starts displaying products for spring and summer sales, such as mulch, compost, topsoil, fertilizers and riding mowers. Although I usually buy my gardening products from the local hardware store, I decided to stop by the Wally world to see if they had anything interesting on the shelf.
After driving around the parking lot for what seemed like 10 minutes, I finally found a parking place beside one of those shopping cart corrals. After getting out and locking my doors, I started walking toward the front entrance of the store, when some nut nearly runs me over with a shopping cart, as he rides it down the parking-lot like a skateboard.
What really ticked me off wasn’t being nearly wiped out by the cart, but that this guy was a grown man with a wife and two kids following behind. I mean, come on, grow up already. This guy needs to spend more time being a father and setting an example for his children, not acting like some ill mannered teenager.
After being nearly ran over, I noticed a child sitting in the middle of the parking lot screaming and crying at the top of his lungs while his mother stood about 5 feet away talking to a man. I have to admit wanting to walk over and slap the crap out of her. I mean hey, if you’re going to be flirting with a man at least have enough sense to put your child in the car away from danger.
I finally made my way into the store and over to the lawn and garden department. As I walked around the area trying to decide if there was anything I needed, several employees walked by – not one asked if I needed help or showed any kind of courtesy.
After looking around for several minutes, I made my way to the sporting goods department, where I picked up a bottle of Hoppes number 9, Remington oil and one of the Winchester 555 round boxes of .22LR ammo and headed toward the checkout counter.
The lines were backed up with only four or five counters open for checkout. I got in line and waited. I’d been waiting maybe two minutes when some skanky looking 40 something blond got in line behind me. She looked like she’d been on a crack binge for several days, with her hair uncombed and clothes that had obviously been worn several days without washing.
And the worst part, she insisted on standing as close behind me as possible – so close that I could feel her stinking breath on the back of my neck. Why stand so close when you have the whole store open behind you? Apparently; she thought by pushing me, she could speed up the checkout process.
Making matters worse the clerk didn’t even say “thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart” after totaling my items and receiving payment. And that’s why I hate shopping at Wal-Mart – how about you?