4.08.2007

Nobody is happy at Walmart

Yesterday I had a babysitter come to the house for the first time since Tristan was born. I was so excited to have some time to myself. I went to lunch at Abuelo's with my friend Karyl. But then I had to go to Wal-Mart. I know that I should not do errands on my "day off" (more like a few hours off...but I am not complaining)... That being said I would have rather had a root canal then go to Wal-Mart with the kids... especially on a Saturday.

The place was packed. I was kind hoping since it was snowy and yucky out that most people would have stayed home... I was WAY wrong.

Like I was saying, the place was packed. Everyone pushing their carts every which way... kids screaming and crying, husbands wandering behind their wives with a "how did I get talked into coming here" look on their face. and EVERYONE is mildly grumpy... no one really wants to be there. and at the same time no one seems to realize OTHER people are there. All the isles are jammed with people staring at peas or cereal with their cart sticking out in the way. No one says excuse me or sorry if you have to get around them.

While other stores are trying to ensure you have a pleasant a shopping experience, Wal-Mart has succeeded in giving you a two for one - simultaneously claustrophobic and isolating all at once.... and nobody is happy....

2 comments:

Jen said...

This same experience happened at the Brownwood Walmart but on Friday evening. It wasn't quite as gloomy as yours seemed to be but packed none-the-less. When I got there, some folks from church were in the 20 items or less line and had been there for 30 minutes! I made sure to prepare mentally for the inevitable. Fortunately a kind lady in a "motor vehicle" in front of me asked me if I'd like a magazine to help pass the time. So I browsed through Country Living until I reached the "finish line". Chaotic, yet pleasant...

Did I mention that they ran out of Cool Whip? What the...?

Liz Schall said...

Yup, you've got that right, NO ONE. Personally , I decided the savings is just not worth the emotional toil, and am proud to say I have not set foot in Wall-mart for six years. Join me, my friend, abandoned the box. You will be happier and healthier. The last time I was actually in a Wal-mart, my sweetie and I had a huge fight, resulting in tears. He tried to pick me up at the front door, I was wandering the parking lot looking for the car, which after thirty minutes can turn anyone into a bitch. Also, I heard an ugly rumor that Wal-mart takes out life insurance policies on those elderly greeters. May be a myth, but who knows.