CauseWithoutARebel's Journal: Found on Fark: Wal-Mart sucks because...

... well, I don't honestly know, in this case. I mean, I know why Wal-Mart sucks: their prices are lousy, their stores are heinously designed, and half their clientele represents about the first 5% of the bell curve when you're plotting IQs.

But, in this case, I really don't get what the problem is. Yes, I understand that a bike is far less intrusive than, say, a shopping cart, and that Wal-Mart wouldn't mind you pushing one of their carts around the aisles. Yes, I understand the justification for the denial was flimsy, at best. Yes, I understand the horribly stunted "logic" the woman is using in stripping.

What I don't understand is how anybody could have so little going on in their life that going to these extremes and then writing about it to the Consumerist makes it anywhere near the "to-do" list, much less reaches the top slot. I mean, seriously, how easy must your life be if you have the spare time to not only stand in front of a Wal-Mart arguing with a minimum wage burger-joint dropout, but then follow it up with a strip show in the parking lot AND write about it on the internet for a prominent blog?

I don't like Wal-Mart. I rarely find their prices to be better than, say, the supermarket - save loss-leaders - and they sell flimsy crap anyway. Their parking situation is atrocious at every store I've been to, the layout is terrible, and they all smell like McDonald's and cat pee.

Plus, Wal-Mart just seems to attract the lowest of low-brow clientele (and even just plain idiots who never make it in the store). Every Wal-Mart in this area has had substantial problems with moronic children in junker imports congregating to show off their latest yellow decals or poorly-implemented upgrades, and the people who make it into the store seem to not so much wear spandex as they cram themselves into it. I don't know how it's possible, but I'm pretty sure that if you counted the total number of teeth that have entered through the sliding doors of my local Wal-Mart, you'd have a negative number. I'm not sure where these people would go if Wal-Mart weren't around to provide sustenance for them, but I'm not ruling out the source of slop for our local pig feedlots*.

Still, I can't come away from this story without a deep sense of resentment for the time spent thinking - and now writing - about it, and a sinister desire to slap a couple of teeth out of the cycle-jockey who spawned it...

* In all honesty, I don't have that big a problem with Wal-Mart, it's just more amusing to a melodramatic route in its descriptions. Their pricing is generally not very good, their stores are poorly laid out, and they really do attract some unpleasant people, but I'm not above going there if I have to or if I notice they have an enticing loss leader I'm interested in.

Generally, though, I shop at Target. Same cheap, Chinese crap; same price; fewer people; and much easier negotiations through the parking lot.