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Walmart Sucks, Ray

That's it. I'm dumping all my plans and ideas to push through some new legislation. It's time to make numbers easier to read. Who knew they were so confusing? Just go down to your local Wal-Mart and you can see first hand how those rascally numerical figures mix up the synapses in the brain.

My Wal-Mart has 30 registers. At any given time, no more than 10 of them are open. Of the 10 that are open, 2 are for 20 items or less, and one is for 10 items or less. Still following me?

I ran into Wal-Mart to pick up brackets for the shade I bought last week. I walked up to the registers with my $.87 item and scanned the battlefront. The 10 items or less lane seemed the most ideal for me, since I have the aforementioned 1 item in hand. I quickly counted on my fingers. Yes, less than 10.

I am greeted by the backside of a woman and her son...and their shopping cart. One...two...seven...twenty-eight. Perhaps I was in the wrong line. I checked the sign above. "10 Items or Less. Cigarettes may only be purchased at this register." I gave her the benefit of the doubt and asked, "Excuse me, are you buying cigarettes?"

She smiled and shook her head. "Yes, I am."

I grabbed a magazine and started reading about poor fat Valerie Bertinelli and her size 14 body. And waited. And watched. And waited. And watched. She didn't buy cigarettes.

The cashier weakly smiled at me and processed my transaction. I raised my eyebrows and beat it out of there. $.87 for twenty minutes of my time. I think I got ripped off. I'm easily worth $1.02.

Comments

Christy said…
Ha! Yeah - I keep trying to boycott Walmart, but I am not worth that much. I always need a couple of painkillers and a stiff drink when I'm done with my weekly grocery shop. But I saved $20.

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