The long hours at Walmart

"I feel as though I live at Walmart."

Growing up in Rochester, NY we went to Walmart for only one reason, to switch price tags on skateboards to get them for cheap.  Yes, I wasn’t the most honest and I did have few morally questionable incidents, but I really wasn’t that bad.  Besides for every bad thing I did there always was some kind of karma repercussion.  For example, on the ride home from switching the skateboard price tags I had bought a big bag of Grasshopper cookies.  The Grasshoppers of the 80’s were like Oreos but had a green filling and tasted like mint.  The modern day Grasshopper cookies are covered in chocolate and are nothing like an oreo inside. I then proceeded to eat about 30 cookies, which of course made me horribly sick. Take it from me, green minty puke is nasty.

These days it’s rare if I don’t visit Walmart every couple of days.  The one I have in my area is also a "Super" Walmart.  So not only do I go to get the odd and ends during the week, every other Saturday I get the pleasure of going grocery shopping.  The lines are horrible and there have been times that I have stood in line longer then it has taken me to shop.  But…  When your grocery bill is 75 to 100 dollars cheaper then if you shopped at any other grocery in town, it’s really a no-brainer.

People say that Walmart is part of that huge corporate conspiracy to put the little guy out of business.  What I say is thank God they don’t stock Grasshopper cookies. Yuk!!

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