For a broke college student, Walmart always seems to be the best option whenever I find myself in need of absolutely anything. It seems quick and easy enough right? You run in, get what you need, and get out? Wrong. Walmart is the absolute worst place on the entire planet. Why I kept giving it chance after chance is beyond me, but I mean it this time when I say I will NEVER enter another Walmart for a very long time, if ever.
Let me explain a typical Walmart experience, I’m sure you can relate:
1. You realize you need to pick up something, whether it be toothpaste or pet food, you decide to stop at Walmart- after mentally preparing yourself of course.
2. You get there, the parking lot is packed, kids are running out into the parking lot unsupervised, and there’s at least 20 shopping carts rolling all over the place.
3. After finally finding a parking spot that you think has the best probability you or your car won’t die, you go in.
4. Great, you made it past the loser steaming a whole pack of cigarettes in one sitting who can’t help but make a rude comment as you walk by.
5. You’re in the store, and of course it has no structure whatsoever so finding what you came for in a timely fashion is proving to be mission impossible. You ask an employee and of course they have no idea, so you’re just wandering around hoping you stumble upon what you need.
6. You pass the toy section where every child under the age of 6 is screaming and throwing a fit, along with the candy section where 12 year old girls are taking snapchats of each other twerking, with of course, no parents in sight.
7. Ahhhh you found exactly what you needed (finally) toothpaste in hand and you head to check out. You make it there and what do you know- every single check-out line (and I mean the only two that are open) have at least 10 people in each with shopping carts full of groceries. No problem, you just head over to self-checkout.
8. Well self-checkout isn’t working and now you’re standing there waiting for an employee to come and help you.
9. Good news- found the car, bad news- getting out of the parking lot (safely) is a whole other experience.
10. You made it home, you survived Walmart shopping, but you promise yourself you won’t do it again, until next week rolls around and you’re forced to make the trip back there again because you swear it'll be different this time.
On a side note- regardless of my experiences, I also hate the fact that when I googled "people of Walmart" these pictures were the first three to pop up, and I wasn't the least bit surprised.
