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.
PICK UP YOUR FUCKING TRASH!
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3 comments:
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.
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.
*some, not sine.
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