Yesha Callahan

Attention Walmart Shoppers, Welcome to Hell on Earth!

The last place I ever want to be on a Sunday afternoon is Walmart, but of course today it was my last resort during my search for a reasonably priced allergen mattress cover. To make matters worst, last night was the worst night of sleep I’ve ever had, it included tossing, turning, fevers and shivers. Needless to say, with my cranky & sickly self, I wasn’t looking forward to the Walmart experience.
I’m not sure if it was because church services in the area had just let out, or if there was some huge sale going on, but it was packed! Within the first few minutes of walking into Walmart, I heard kids crying, parents yelling, a plethora of languages (Spanish, African & East Indian). The one thing that really struck me was the smell! I’m not sure if it was because I’m sick, but I can only equate it to the smell of plastic shoes! Immediately a wave of nausea hit me. My knees felt alot weaker and I couldn’t focus and remember what I actually needed from the store.
Eventually I made it to the bedding section and started to look for the mattress cover. As I’m looking I heard a horn honk behind me. At first it caught me off guard, but when I looked around and saw an elderly man in his motorized jazzy. He then asks if I worked at Walmart, I guess the fact that I was pushing a cart & was shopping as well, didn’t lead him to believe that I was a shopper like him. After I told him no, he asked me if I knew where the electric blankets were, I figured if I told him no that I didn’t, he would just leave me alone and look elsewhere. Of course, that didn’t happen. He followed me around for a few minutes complaining about the lack of electric blankets and speculated that maybe they were discontinued because of the fire hazards. I tried to be polite and listen and respect the elderly but eventually I cut the conversation short and headed towards the checkout area.
“Attention Walmart shoppers, there is a missing mother in the store, please come to the courtesy desk to claim your child”, is what I heard on the loud speaker while I was standing in line. All of a sudden, I heard a woman screaming in Spanish, I saw a kid hysterically crying and what looked like a Store Manager trying to console the child. From what I overheard, the child was intentionally left at the front of the store, while his mother was shopping and the woman had the audacity to get upset because she was being paged to come and claim her kid.
By the time it was my turn at the cash register, I’ve learned at least two more languages, was a part-time employee, purchased my mattress cover and witnessed an incident that needed the attention of The Division of Family & Child Services. Mental note to myself, next time I’m in need of something from Walmart, I’ll just sign on to the website and order it online.

  1. March 8, 2008 - Reply

    You’d think all the money Walmart makes, they’d be able to pay their associates better!

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