The following is a response to BeX's post below
Monday, September 01, 2003
They should provide trauma counselling for Wal-Mart shoppers. My last time there was October 25, 2002 and I vowed to never return to get groped by the dregs of society in that crowded hellhole.
I'll never forget that date, as it marked when Wal-Mart greeters began checking carts for shoplifted items instead of making shoppers feel welcome; when staff had no knowledge of the store's stock and just shrugged over my request for a diaper wipe warmer; when fellow (adult) shoppers heartlessly ran over my three-year-old son with their carts as he attempted to find a Scooby Doo Hallowe'en costume.
Okay, the real reason I remember the date is because my daughter was only two days old and got lots of oohs and ahs, BUT STILL! It was a degrading experience.
Dave hates Wal-Mart too.
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