For me personally, Walmart is both heaven and hell on earth. At 5:00 in the evening, the big box store can’t be worse than the devil’s den but at 5:00 am, I’m Alice and Walmart is Wonderland.
My friend Shea stopped by yesterday on her way home from grocery shopping and I could tell she was already done with the rest of the week. ‘Let me tell you what this guy waiting behind me in line did,’ she said. ‘I’m putting my food on the conveyor and this dude behind me lifts his gnarly foot up on the belt to tie his shoe.’
To say I was disgusted would be an understatement. If people want to roll up in Walmart wearing shorts that cover only their navel while wearing a cowboy hat and leg warmers, that’s your business but I find myself offended by feet near my food.