Do you ever find yourself at wal-mart, standing in one of the three open lines and wondering if saving $.50 on bum spray and hair dye is worth the wait?
I hate wal-mart, every aspect of it and yet to save two quarters I drive around trying to find a close parking spot so I don't get hit up for money by a lady who has a newly purchased pack of cigarettes in her hand. Then I walk through the doors and try to smile at the poor old guy working as a greeter because his retirement isn't enough to pay for his small expenses. After which I have to walk down the isles dodging parked shopping carts because most people don't have enough common courtesy to pull their cart out of the way. Then I have to go to the bathroom but there's no way in h*ll that I'm going to use a wal-mart bathroom so I spend the rest of my time waddling down the feminine products isle as fast as I can.
AND to top it all off I try to find which of the three checkout stands has the shortest line, none of them do so I take a gamble and go to the "20 items or less" line. I lose my gamble as I stand behind either a group of Mexicans who have two cart loads of junk thinking that the sign says "20 carts or less" or an old lady who takes 10 minutes to write a check and then has to wait at the check stand to make sure she wasn't charged twice for her package of prunes.
Ok, I exaggerate but you all know exactly what I'm talking about.
Do you ever find yourself counting the number of items of the cart in front of you? Like you're going to do something like tattle to the ever friendly wal-mart manager that the person ahead of you as 23 items.
The absolutely worst part about wal-mart, you go there to save money on your bum spray and hair dye but you still end up paying around $100.0 for all the little things that you find there. You might not really need them but you see them and they cost $1.99 and then next thing you know you need a shopping cart (which the wheels don't work) because the little basket doesn't hold all the cosmetics it takes to make you beautiful and keep your bummy-bum smelling fresh.
Did I just about capture everything? Of course as you drag your germ infested shopping cart around the parking lot trying to find your car you have to dodge drivers who are busy trying to find the closest parking spot to the door. It's just a vicious cycle.
I hate wal-mart. "Why does she shop there then?" You're asking yourself. I know what you're thinking.
BECAUSE I'M BROKE and broke people shop at wal-mart. Leave me alone.
*You'll notice I didn't capitalize wal-mart, that's because I hate them and I'll do anything I can to get back at them.