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Hunting at Wal-Mart

OK.  So I don't go to the local Wal-Mart Supercenter very often.  Prior to this past week, I'd only been there once or twice, and that's mainly because the station gave out gift cards instead of springing for a Christmas party.
 
Anyway, I recently went to Wal-Mart twice, once to go hunting for a gift, and once to spend this year's gift card.  That second trip was slightly better, because it was on a Sunday and I knew the store would be jammed (which it was).  When I got in line to check out, it seemed like maybe there were shorter lines at other registers.  The woman in front of me mentioned that, and I said it didn't matter.  I always seem to get in a line where someone needs a price check or needs to "run back to get something."  So, I stayed where I was.  Sure enough, some woman at the front of the line needed a price check. Grrrr.
 
Well, the reason I was prepared for Sunday was because of what happened on my visit earlier in the week.  I think it was Tuesday.  I went there around 9 AM, and parked next to a pickup that was obviusly owned by a hunter.  The four deer hooves sticking out of the bed kind of gave it away.  Not exactly what I wanted to see first thing in the morning, but, I figured, at least I would be able to find my car.  Just look for the dead deer.
 
Anyway, I went there looking for a computer cable and a DVD.  I didn't get either one, but that's not the point.  The point is that while I was in the store, I realized why I hate Wal-Mart.  I hate it because of the people who go there. 
 
Here's what I mean.  At 9 AM, there weren't that many people in the store.  Yet, somehow, every single one of them managed to get in my way.  They had carts which they left on the wrong side of the aisle while they (the people) stared at the shelves.  When they finally moved on, they continued looking at the shelves while they slowly meandered into the next aisle to see what kind of shiny things might be there.  It's like they're just overwhelmed by all the stuff.  It's simply too much for them to comprehend.  It all sends shivers down my spine.  Seriously.
 
Compared to Wal-Mart shoppers, the people who shop at Target are geniuses.  At least these people seem to have a plan.  They know what they want and where to get it.  And, they know how to stay out of my way while they're at it.  Target, I'll see you soon.  Wal-Mart?  Just wait til next year.

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