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Wal-Mart is My Least Favorite Place on Earth…

Last night, I did the unthinkable.

I went to Wal-Mart.


Seriously, I hate that place. It’s the saddest place on earth. Crying kids out way past their bedtime, overly-frugal housewives digging through index card boxes of (probably expired) coupons, and college students buying beer and macaroni all grace the aisles of my local Wal-Mart, and the thing is–I want nothing to do with it.

I only just barely tolerate grocery shopping anyway–even at Kroger, where they have wide aisles and a large produce selection, so why I thought I could handle Wal-Mart is beyond me.

I just don’t get it… how can a store that never has anything I need be constantly restocking? How is it there is never anyone working the deli counter, yet there are 1,600 employees throughout that place? Why are there entire sections completely empty? (Like, they didn’t have any sugar when I went last night–sugar?!? WTF! Who runs out of sugar?)

I am done with that place. I don’t care if they save me money, I don’t care if I have to drive one mazillion miles to find the closest Target–Wal-Mart and I are officially over.

Even if I didn’t have all those reasons listed above… I’d still run far away from there just because they make their employees do this at the beginning of every shift!

Nothing like a cheer to really start off your shift!

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