Wallmart Sucks

We've all heard stories of how bad Wallmart sucks. everything from the outrageous under paid illegal imagrant workers to the fact that this All-American store sells 98% of "made in China" products. OK so I think I broke record last night. It was like 10:40pm and I had to run to Wallmart, which is 5 minutes from my house. Keep in mind all I need was three cans of white chunked chicken (don't ask). I pull in the parking lot at 10:48. I walk into Wallmart not suprised that it's a ghost town on a sunday night. I walk down to the Isle, grab 3 cans of chicken and head for the Check out line...10:52. Low and behold Of all the 30 sum registers who's suprised that they only have 2 of them up and running! And to top it off both the register people are swear to god fuckin' douchebags! and there's like 8 people in each line. I'm cool still until I get into line and of course the ass munch at the front is that typical fuck-off stool sample that insists somethings on sale when it's not simply because he picked it up from the shelf from where some little brat faggot misplaced it. So they argue bag and fourth about the price until finally the ass bag decides he doesn't want it now...11:15. Ass bag checks out, things seem ok the next 2 or 3 customers seemed fine even though douchebag rings up items as fast as molasses.


11:32pm...One more lady in front of me, seemed cheery gave me that "I wish I was at home snorting heroine and licking my dogs anus" eye roll / smile expression. She's getting her items scanned, shit like those 20lb bags of dog food, small microwave, and a whole bunch of other useless shit, and then it hits...douchebag tells her the price and she doesn't have enough. At this point I'm irritated and my infamous smart ass mumbling starts. As I watch Douchebag and broke ass go about trying to figure out what to keep what to not, and how many scenarios they can come up with for this stupid jackass to get as much as she can on this trip, I am now coming up with scenarios on how to be entertained during all this. Everything from setting them on fire to beating them with my cans of chicken. After all this Broke Ass buys the Microwave and dog food and leaves everything else...11:40.


Now I'm pissed and as Douchebag rings me up all I can do is concentrate to not strangle this retard and piss on his corpse! I pay and of course As I'm leaving the midnight security doorman who is at least 900 years old wabbles on over to me and asks me to see my receipt! "It's three cans of fuckin' chicken for fucks sake here!" I shouted and threw him my receipt. I got into my car and unleashed a fury of every cuss word and satanic phrase of scripture I could think of as I realized it's now 11:49! 57 minutes of waiting in line for three son-of-a-bitching cans of god damn chicken it took me 4 minutes to get! There are two people I Hope I never meet in this world 1.) an executive for WallMart or WallGreens (Cause I'll stomp a mudhole in their fuckin' asses just to feel better) and 2.) Debt collectors (cause there all loud and proud over the phone, I meet one in person I'm gonna insert my boot right up their ass!)
Too many fuckin' douchebags in this world!






And on a last minute note, I must admit I am a tool for standing in line for 57 minutes!