I hate Wal-Mart for a variety of reasons. I’m going to stay away from the economic arguments and the general Wal-Mart debate, because I’m not educated enough to fully make that argument. One of the OTHER reasons I hate Wal-Mart, however, is the fact that on the rare occasions I find myself there, I can never find my way around. I can’t see any of the signs designating specific areas, because they’re either up too high or I’m too short. No matter what I’m looking for, I always wind up walking in circles around the store for at least 20-30 minutes. It’s exasperating.
I found myself at the Mart on Tuesday because I needed some random things for the new apartment, and wanted to spend the least amount of money possible (yes, I realize this makes me a hypocrite). Anyway, what I got in addition to plastic storage shelves and Swiffers was a new reason to hate Wal-Mart, as well as Wal-Mart patrons themselves. I had gotten a call from Michael telling me to pick up one other item while I was out—Batman: Arkham Asulym, a new game for Xbox360. When I went up to the electronics station to ask someone to open the case, there were three guys standing there, all looking kind of confused. One guy was at the register, on the phone, and looking for something in that way you look for things you know aren’t there, but you want to look busy anyway. The other guy was just kind of staring into space, but avoiding eye contact with everyone around him. The last guy was walking around like he had a real purpose—and it must have been pretty important, because when I said, “Excuse me, can you help me?” he rolled his eyes and held up his index finger, as if to say, “I don’t have time for your silly questions right now.” I was there with my friend Sarah, and she was as surprised as I was by this behavior. We stood around for at least 10 minutes, until finally I flagged down another woman who happened to be walking by—she couldn’t do anything to help me since she didn’t have the key to the game case, but at least she spoke to the rude guy until he begrudgingly walked over to the game and retrieved it.
Then, we had to stand in line to buy it. This also proved to be a hassle because some woman thought it would be a good idea to check out all of her items—none of which were electronics—at the electronics register. So, shockingly, that took quite a long time. Why would you think that it would be quicker to bring pants and throw pillows to a cashier who only knows the ins and outs of cameras, phones, and the like? I wanted to slap this woman in the face. But, I guess I was asking for it by entering the store in the first place. I may have gotten a cheap shelf, but it came at the cost of dealing with idiocy at every turn. Damn you, Wal-Mart.