Wal-Mart is a soul sucking store and I'll tell you why.
The hubby and I had a pretty good day. I got up this morning and got my oldest ready to go to my Dad's. He looked freaking adorable in his cowboy outfit. My step-mother barrel races and they were going to watch her and oldest was going to spend the day with them. My other two are in Dallas visiting their grandmother and biological father. So, hubby, baby and I set out to accomplish some errands on this fine Saturday. We went to the 'Salvage Store' which is a small grocery store ran by a major trucking company that hubby works for as a driver. They have daily specials and super low prices plus we get a 30% discount. I love LOVE this place. I got a case of Chobani Yogurt for $6.00. If you ever get the chance to go, DO IT. It's worth it if you have the extra discount or not.
You usually can't find everything at the 'Salvage Store' because its a day by day basis as to what they have. We ended up at the 'Gates of Hell' aka Wal-Mart to finish up our grocery shopping. I hate this place. I'm pretty sure I would rather fall on a knife than to go to this place. But, damn you, Wal-Mart, your low prices suck my soul every time to your doors.
We walk in, grab a basket and it begins. It was a freaking mad house. Did I miss something? Was today a holiday and I missed the memo? We start at the pharmacy for bath stuff. I was looking for a certain body wash. I couldn't find it and neither could hubby. So what do you do when you're at a store an you can't find something, you ask a clerk. That was mistake number one.
Me: 'Excuse me, ma'am?
Me: 'I can't seem to find the body wash I'm looking for. It's Gold Bond Sensitive.'
Her: 'It's on the body wash aisle over there.'
Me:'Yes. I've been there and I can't seem to find it. Do y'all carry it?'
Her: 'How should I know? I work in toys.'
Me: 'Alrighty. Thanks. You're awesome.'
That PISSED me off. Hubby told me to get another body wash or just wait and we would stop somewhere else. Screw that! I'm here now. I want to get it now if it is here. But, whatever I'll go somewhere else.
We get through the majority of shopping trip without problem other than the overwhelming amount of people who choose to either be in pajamas at 3:00 in the afternoon or girls in shorts or shirts two sizes, too small. Hey lady, I don't want to see your back boobs or your FUPA. Cover it up. They make your size in cute clothes and I swear you will look much better and classier.
Let me not forget about pajama girl. Hey pajama chick, put some jeans on and real shoes. I, by any means, didn't doll up for errand day. Jeans, shirt and flops with some bronzer on my face. What you wear to bed is just for that, BED. Your Tinkerbell pajamas are cute on a 5 year old. You're over 30. Get it together. Put some clothes on, tuck your boobs in and put some shoes on other than the Cookie Monster eating your feet.
We finally get to check out and there are 27 lanes and only 4 open plus 8 self check outs. What in the actual fuck? Wal-Mart, you had at least 10 associates standing around not doing a damn thing. Some of them could've opened up a few check out lines to clear out the long lines. I would not hate this place so much if people would just get their shit together. FYI Wal-Mart, I like your prices and your selection, but when you can't get your associates to do their job, I start to lose hope. You literally suck my soul from my body the minute I walk through the door. Easy solution, I just go to another store and never come back, but my penny pinching ways get the best of me. I hate you and I really wish you (Wal-Mart) would do what you advertise.
On a brighter note, I found some really cute clothes for the kiddos at a couple of garage sales we stopped at on our way home. The best part of my day, however, was hubby's surprise stop at Dairy Queen where I got a 'Georgia Mud Fudge' Blizzard. Delicious and I forgot about my 'fall on the knife' experience.
Nonetheless, I enjoyed my day spent with hubby and baby. We did have fun and I love one on one time with each kiddo.
Until we meet again, Wal-Mart, screw you, soul sucker, screw you!!
Do you have an awful Wal-Mart experience?