In order to participate in the GunBroker Member forums, you must be logged in with your GunBroker.com account. Click the sign-in button at the top right of the forums page to get connected.
A Wal-Mart Shopping Experience
22WRF
Member Posts: 3,385
(C&P from another board)
I needed a few things the other day like underwear, (see dog thread) and I had finished a day of work I would rather forget. I had been to Walmart the Saturday before and had the usual experience.
The Walmart experience:
I got a great parking spot, close enough that I could almost see the building. Froze my tail off walking to the store and they greeted me at the door and hand me a cart the size of a baby stroller and I venture in. The store is packed and the isles are just wide enough for 2 carts to pass each other. The problem is there is a womans butt that is 2X wider than the cart, has tunnel vision, is deaf, blocking my path and the concept of touching her and asking her to hoist that bucket out of the way so I can get through isn't worth it. So after she steam loads in some Sams brand cheeze puffs, nacho chips, hershey bars, and a six pack of slim fast, I am allowed to pass, but only after a dirty look.
I continue on procededing in a zig zag pattern to avoid traffic jams, I reach the engine oil. The price is unbelievable. 98 cents for a name brand 5w-30 oil.. Hot dog. As I walk up I notice a big hole in the display and a guy with about 30 quarts in his stroller walking away. A great price on something I can't have.
As the shopping trip continues I go down the dog food isle and guess what???? Cheese puff lady's twin sister has her huge set of mudflaps covering the entire isle while she evaluates the 60lb bag of ol' Roy. Education didn't appear all that important cuz' it takes what seems like forever for her to evaluate what is the best deal. Hint: The big bag. After figuring it out she is not able to load the bag into her cart she sends off this farrell child to find "Oscar". At this point I had had enough.
I pick up things on the way to the checkout like deodorant, and really cheap peanuts, and make it to the counter to check out. After about 15 minutes of waiting the little girl asks if I found everything ok. Yea found where it was, just couldn't get to it, and when I did it wasn't there. They are always nice there and they do look at you when they check you out. I really like that. I froze all the way to the other end of the parking lot and fought a traffic jam of other eager shoppers trying to enter and exit through what was little more than an alley.
" Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession.
I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first".
(Ronald Reagan)
I needed a few things the other day like underwear, (see dog thread) and I had finished a day of work I would rather forget. I had been to Walmart the Saturday before and had the usual experience.
The Walmart experience:
I got a great parking spot, close enough that I could almost see the building. Froze my tail off walking to the store and they greeted me at the door and hand me a cart the size of a baby stroller and I venture in. The store is packed and the isles are just wide enough for 2 carts to pass each other. The problem is there is a womans butt that is 2X wider than the cart, has tunnel vision, is deaf, blocking my path and the concept of touching her and asking her to hoist that bucket out of the way so I can get through isn't worth it. So after she steam loads in some Sams brand cheeze puffs, nacho chips, hershey bars, and a six pack of slim fast, I am allowed to pass, but only after a dirty look.
I continue on procededing in a zig zag pattern to avoid traffic jams, I reach the engine oil. The price is unbelievable. 98 cents for a name brand 5w-30 oil.. Hot dog. As I walk up I notice a big hole in the display and a guy with about 30 quarts in his stroller walking away. A great price on something I can't have.
As the shopping trip continues I go down the dog food isle and guess what???? Cheese puff lady's twin sister has her huge set of mudflaps covering the entire isle while she evaluates the 60lb bag of ol' Roy. Education didn't appear all that important cuz' it takes what seems like forever for her to evaluate what is the best deal. Hint: The big bag. After figuring it out she is not able to load the bag into her cart she sends off this farrell child to find "Oscar". At this point I had had enough.
I pick up things on the way to the checkout like deodorant, and really cheap peanuts, and make it to the counter to check out. After about 15 minutes of waiting the little girl asks if I found everything ok. Yea found where it was, just couldn't get to it, and when I did it wasn't there. They are always nice there and they do look at you when they check you out. I really like that. I froze all the way to the other end of the parking lot and fought a traffic jam of other eager shoppers trying to enter and exit through what was little more than an alley.
" Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession.
I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first".
(Ronald Reagan)
Comments
"Right is Right, even is everyone is against it, and wrong is wrong, even if everyone is for it"
Tideman [In TEXAS]
"Don't shoot to stop 'em, Shoot to Destroy 'em!"
If force ain't work'n... Your not use'n nough of it.
I know the spelling is bad but guess what I DON'T CARE
Price is king,and you are it's willing subject.Are a few pennies here and there for those few items worth it?? not to me.:(
Throckmortons' the alias,cas is the game.
They're generally populated by obese unemployed women with 5 or 6 unwashed children in tow pushing shopping carts overflowing with Kotex and discount cat food.
A couple of months ago we had a couple of local city-dwellers, apparently over-eager to spend their welfare checks, exchange gunfire in the Kmart checkout line. I'm guessing one of 'em must have taken the last Weekly World News or pack of Newports.
81st FA BN WWII...Thanks Dad
U!S!A! ALL THE WAY!!
If you ain't got a sense of humor you got no business bein here!
David Collins
I go after work on week days. Not weekends (its a zoo).
I zip in get my stuff and then I go to the self checkout aisle's. No waiting. Scan your items slide your credit card get your receipt and your outa there. I never even have to TALK to a soul, just avoid the few peeps who are blocking aisles as I zip in and out.
I see the slow movers doing the mall crawl, looking around with robotic, glazed stares, back and forth, back and forth. In grocery stores, it's the cart crawlers, or else the ones buying an entire winter's (or summer's) supply list at the checkout, for Camp Gotchaonceagain.
The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
Last week I was in walmart while the kids were at
karate, so I had an hour to kill. In the hunting
section they had a clear out on stuff. I picked
up a antler "rattler" bag style, on sale for under
ten bucks. Normally they are $24.99. So I make my
way over to sporting goods to get some 22lr bullets.
I wait around looking at fishing tackle because
there is no one there at the counter to assist me.
Finlay I decide to pick up the phone sitting near
the register and hit the page button."Customer
assistance to sporting goods" I announce as it
comes over the loud speaker,( I did it twice)
I'm not really in a hurry as I have time to kill.
Finlay some one comes over to the department.
They don't have any keys to open the ammunition
cabinet so they call for help. Anyway to make a
long story shorter Finlay they get me my 22lr
boxes from some were else inventory I assume.
So the manager from up stairs is now involved says
he wants to apologize for my inconvenience
"approx 30 minutes". So he gives me the rattler
no charge and discounts the two bricks by almost
half price. So for $20.00 I left feeling pretty
good.And thats the end of my walmart story.[8D]
Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not,
and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is.