I fucking hate Wal-Mart!!!
It started out simply enough.
I wanted to print out about a half-dozen pictures from my trip that were worth framing, or at least putting in a little picture holder.
I needed a stand-alone photo printer, a couple of frames, garbage bags and a box of shells for my .38 revolver. Thats all I needed.
I drove 10 minutes to Woodland (a few miles north of Davis). With my MemoryStick in hand, I stode over to the electronics section. Their stand-alone machine was out of order. I became agitated, but instead went on to look for garbage bags.
I was looking for something in the 20-gallon range. No. Wal-Mart Has Decided that the only sizes customers need at home are 13, 33, 39, and 55. I JUST WANTED A BOX OF FUCKING 20GALLON BAGS!!! I became mildly ticked off. I then tried to find picture frames. I had planned on making 4x6 prints. Since I was here, I didn’t want to waste the trip. No. WalMart had other plans for me.
The SMALLEST picture frames they carry are 5x7. ARRGH!!! FUCKING WALMART! Its not that they were out of stock, the entire fram section was full, 5x7 is just the smallest they had. They didnt even have anything for smaller wallet prints. By this point I am sick of WalMart trying to limit my choices to what THEY think I need. At this point I am walking around the store mumbling to myself about how much I fucking HATE WalMart. I avoid employees, because I know they hve shitty jobs in a shitty store, and I don’t want to take my rage at the Waltons out on them.
I decide that buying ammunition when on the verge of a mental breakdown is a bad idea. I left the store, and decided to hit the new SuperCenter WalMart in Dixon. Dixon is about 8 miles west of Davis. So I hop in the car, head south to Davis, then skip the exit, and hop onto I80 West. I think to myself “I’ll give WalMart one more chance to satisfy a customer tonight before I hold a lofelong grudge”.
It is now about 10PM. I arrive at the 2nd WalMart and go in. Their photo printer is not out of order, but they turn it off when they close the photo department (several hours earlier). ARRRGGHH!!! The worst part is, the photo department is closed, but staffed. The girl behind the counter says I can drop off my memorystick and pick up prints tomorrow, but they’ve already turned off the machines and aren’t allowed to turn them back on. I now Hate WalMart With A Passion. Furthermore, WalMart has squandered this second chance, and is still trying to force me to buy 33 gallon trash bags and 5x7 picture frames.
HOLY FUCK!!! I am so pissed I power-walk out of the store and head home. I have wasted 2 hours of my life putting up with WM’s bullshit.