Reasons why....

Walking in the doors I can barely hear myself think with the clicking, clanking, noises of the blue world.   "Where's my list?" I think to myself while simultaneously thinking "The quicker I get my goods the better."

Phil would kill me if he knew. Shhh, he'll never read this. 

Hunching over her cart, a mother of three is scolding one of her sad-faced children, telling her to "shut on up, you ain't getting no cereal!" I quickly walked by the rowdy bunch and smiled an empathetic smile at the denied child.

Standing completely upright, resembling the ten and two driving position, I push my cart around the corner almost hitting several people until I get to the next aisle.  That's where the most amusing couple stood near the frozen chicken nuggets squawking about how expensive the frozen rib meat (we don't care call it real chicken) would be.  "I've got it" she torts.  "You best have it.  I don't want to be all embarrassed 'bout not having 'nough money once we got to the register."

The twenty items or less line had me waiting for what felt like days.  So long was the wait that not only were the prices being rolled back throughout the store, but also the eyes of the lady behind me.  She might have been more frustrated than myself with standing still for so long.  She should be used to it as I'm sure she's a frequent shopper.   Myself, on the other hand, had not purchased an item from the blue world in months.

Quickly, I realized I wasn't in red world any longer.  There are guests in the red world and customers in blue world.

And these are just a few reasons why I loathe Wal-Mart.