Why I hate Wal-Mart

I'm not really trying to turn this blog into things I hate, but sometimes it's just easier to write about those topics. Now, I know Wal-Mart has the incredible savings factor, and that's why against all morals we tend do some shopping there, but they suck. In fact, they suck a big fat one! We've all had our own bad experiences there, whether it was not being able to find an employee for help, even when there's like a million of them working at any given time, or having to wait in a long frikin' line when there's about 30 lanes but only 4 of them open, or they play the send you away to another department game just to get rid of a question they can't answer, but today it sucked for a different reason. You see, I had to procure a few items for a new job I am starting. I needed some slip resistant shoes, a pair or two blue jeans and a few black polo shirts. Well shoes were no problem. Pants, not hard to find. Now the polo shirts were the tricky part. So after making a good effort to look through the Men Swear department (and I say Men Swear because I was about to cuss out the stupid lady who misinformed me) I couldn't seem to find where they might store their polo shirts. I'm not above asking for help. I don't have that typical male ego of not asking for directions or asking for assistance in a store when I need to. I'd rather be in and out, and if asking for help helps me accomplish that, I'll get right to it. So luckily the the employees near by didn't get that "sixth Wal-Mart sense", you know the one where they just know that someone's about to ask for help and so they conveniently disappear, and I was able to find someone to ask for help. So I asked them, yeah there was two of them which you would think would be more brain power to assist me...not the case. I asked the two ladies, "Do you know where you keep the polo shirts around here?". They kind of looked at each other and then one of them said to me, " Oh, we don't have any here. Yeah, you might find them at a different branch, but we  don't have any here.". I said thanks and as I walked away I cursed them under my breath, even though if that was the case I know it's not their fault, but still it was inconvenient and I was frustrated by that. I started thinking then of all the other places that might have them and all the driving around I might have to do, instead of the one-stop-shop that they so pridefully boast. I even called a couple people to see their opinion of where I might find some cheap ones. During that time of contemplation I continued to look around because a wise person never trusts what a Wal-Mart employee tells them about their own place of work, NEVER! And then all of a sudden on it's own rack on the outer realm of the Men Swear department I saw them. Polo shirts of all assorted colors and sizes. Wow! I mean really, WOW! For only $9 you can purchase one of any color and size you want, but I guess they don't sell them there...so should I steal them, how does this work? Well, I'm not a moron, which is more than I can say for most Wal-Mart employees, so I decided to try and buy them. Now you see, where I get pissed by this is that I could have stopped looking, went on a crazy adventure all over towns (let's be real, there are a bunch of towns around here that I could have had to drive through to find what I was looking for) and I might have not even got the good deal I got at Wal-Mart. Now you may say, there's a price to pay for a low price to pay, but what erks me is that they drug test the employee applicants there, but they don't idiot test them. A guy like me couldn't get a job there, but a highschool drop-out with eight brain cells can work there all day long. Just amazing! That is all.