21 February 2008

Ranty McRanterson

I hate Wal-Mart. With a burning passion that borders on the slightly insane. If I need the sorts of things that Wal-Mart sells, I go to Target. Or a drugstore. Or the grocery store. Strangely, I don't feel the same way about Sam's Club, my irritation is reserved solely for Wal-Mart. Also known locally as WallyWorld.

Unfortunately, sometimes I still have to go in there. There are at least 4 of them within a 30 minute drive of my home, two less than ten minutes away.

Yesterday was one of those days. I ran in to one of them, and the walk through the parking lot was an immediate annoyance. It was full of trash. People are pigs, yo.

The other day, I was watching Dirty Jobs on Discovery, and the host, the affable Mike Rowe, was in a storm drain in Los Angeles that I swear was hip-deep in trash. The dirty job was cleaning out the storm drain with the assistance of a vacuum truck. He ranted for a few minutes about pigs of the two-legged variety, and walking through Wal-Mart's parking lot, I have to say I agree. What a disgusting mess.

Don't you realize when you toss a piece of trash out of your car window that it is going to go SOMEWHERE? Gross.

After the trip into Wal-Mart and $15.86 poorer (q-tips, lipstick, knitting thimble) I started noticing the trash everywhere. On the streets. In vacant lots. In parking lots. In the corners at plazas and strip malls. Litterbugs, the lot of humanity, I swear.



Dawna said...

That is Wally World's clientele for you. I HATE that place. Thankfully there is only one of them in my city and we have alternatives to visiting it.

Lucy Arin said...

Sure, some of it is the clientèle. But...sine if it, I think, is a Yankee thing too. Or perhaps a 'disposable' mentality. I don't know. I do know it disgusts the hell out of me.

Lucy Arin said...

*some, not sine.