Some are okay, some are in total disarray and chaos. Clothes strewn everywhere, half the shelves are empty, children wondering around aimlessly with no parent in sight, and the trashiest people you’ve ever seen. Wearing dirty or damaged PJ’s, looking like they are the 6th generation of trailer trash. It’s an experience is you stumble into the wrong Walmart.
You heave a sigh. You know anyone that you might see as you walk through the store will probably be in a bad mood. Some might give you the staredown. You see a junkie in the parking lot. He’s walking your way and you really don’t want to interact with them. So you exit your car and walk into the store before you’re emotionally ready for walmart. Once inside, you can’t find what you’re looking for. You try to flag down an employee but some jerkoff with 4 noisy children catches them first. The lights inside are so bright. Horrible music is playing.
I have never been to one, how does it feel like?
Extremely depressing.
Some are okay, some are in total disarray and chaos. Clothes strewn everywhere, half the shelves are empty, children wondering around aimlessly with no parent in sight, and the trashiest people you’ve ever seen. Wearing dirty or damaged PJ’s, looking like they are the 6th generation of trailer trash. It’s an experience is you stumble into the wrong Walmart.
https://www.peopleofwalmart.com/
You heave a sigh. You know anyone that you might see as you walk through the store will probably be in a bad mood. Some might give you the staredown. You see a junkie in the parking lot. He’s walking your way and you really don’t want to interact with them. So you exit your car and walk into the store before you’re emotionally ready for walmart. Once inside, you can’t find what you’re looking for. You try to flag down an employee but some jerkoff with 4 noisy children catches them first. The lights inside are so bright. Horrible music is playing.