quote:

ORIGINAL: kittinSol

Walmart has made me proud of my stepdaughter, who wrote a project for school titled "Why we must boycott Walmart." Much to the horror of her mother, who's a Walmart afficionado  .
 .

quote:

ORIGINAL: DarkSteven

Sorry, kittin, but if you throw out words like "aficionado", I don't think that you are capable of true appreciation of the Wal-Mart culture.

quote:

ORIGINAL: LaTigresse

Hey I am cheap and buy my TP, fish food, laundry detergent, etc. at Walmart. It's on the way home from work. Easy in and easy out.

Besides, the only alternatives are other chains. What's the difference really?

I couldn't resist. 

quote:

ORIGINAL: TheHeretic

    Y'know, DG, if it was a thread that you were having some fun on, there is a strong possibility it simply doesn't exist anymore 

quote:

ORIGINAL: ExSteelAgain

From my journal last Feb.

There is something about going to Walmart on a cold, dark night that makes me feel better with the teeming people in search of companionship under the bright lights. It shocks me when I enter from the parking lot and the weather to see all of that activity in the controlled environment. I’m in another world where darkness doesn’t matter. There is nothing bad here.
  
The old lady dressed in that blue thing gives me a shopping cart with a noisy wheel. I hold the handle of my cart tightly for security as I enter past the arcade carnival like games with toys in the glass asking for 50 cents a try to take one home. Ronald McDonald sits on a bench. All the color and cartoon like characters dressed in blue make things swirl for awhile. I'm in an Alice in Wonderland experience I tell myself. Where is Scarecrow?
 
Inside I try to focus on why I came. I push the cart to the right like I do when I walk on the track and hope things will come to me. Remember it is Saturday night and the big event of the week for many. I notice a beautiful young woman in a wheel chair approaching. Her hair and make-up is perfect and she smiles at me as we pass on that aisle where the clothes and food sections come together. Of course, this is her way out, too. Her Saturday night date whispering and touching her…the bright lights and warmth of Walmart. I push my noisy cart faster until the sound of the bad wheel blends into something bearable, not seeing the items on the shelves for awhile.
  
By the time I check out, exchange pleasantries with the clerk and pick my bags off the spinning carousel, I’m one of the experienced, one of the characters in the surreal setting, as I watch the newbies entering. I’ve got things and they have nothing. Out into the dark again, but feeling as if I’ve done something as I drive into the darkness, glancing in the mirror at the huge island of light behind me.