I. Hate. Walmart.
On Tuesday, I was forced to shop at Walmart in order to finish my Xmas shopping. I say "forced" because ever since the documentary Walmart: The High Cost of Low Prices, Mr. Bee & I pretty much refuse to spend money at the soul-sucking, small-town-ruining, employee-abusing corporation. In fact, we regularly refer to it as The Store That Shall Not Be Named or, as my husband humorously concocted, VoldeMart.
Despite our dislike for the company, every once in a while we are forced to shop there for gifts because my in-laws LOVE Walmart. For years I've tried to influence both my husband and his parents towards the Quality end of the expensive=quality/inexpensive=crap purchasing spectrum. It's taken about 7+ years, but I've finally convince Mr. Bee.
My in-laws? Not so much.
In fact, they would rather have cheaper items so they don't have to maintain them. I've pretty much given up and decided that I'll just give them the stuff they want so they'll be happy, even though I'd be happier knowing that I'm not throwing money away on crappy products...
But I digress.
Well, I was wrong. Apparently this is the ONE store in the area that doesn't believe in signage AND isn't locating directly on the main road. How the crap does anyone find this place if you weren't born in middle-of-nowhere-ville?! And why is parking always horrible at Walmart? I had to spend like a half hour driving around the parking lot hunting for a spot, fighting with the ancient Ford Probes and Camaros circling like sharks.
After parking in what seemed like Canada, Bee and I began the hike through an ice-coated parking lot to the main entrance. Once we entered the store, I practically go in to heat stroke and have to strip Baby Bee and I down to practically our skivvies. Why can store never get the temperature right? In the summer, when your dressed appropriately for 90 degree weather, the stores will be frigidly cold with air conditioning. Then in the winter, when you are obviously going to be bundled up to survive the 17 degree weather outside, the stores will pump up the heat like you are in a Turkish bath. What the hell!
Song title: The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most by Dashboard Confessional