Kmart

This Kmart scares me a lot. It is full of ghosts, I think. I have no real reason to ever come here, but I usually end up at it when I am looking and feeling my worst. Mostly because I know everyone inside of this Kmart is dead, so they will not mind. I also come here to buy bras from the children’s section. I do this because I have a pathetic chest and frame. Last time I bought one with frogs on it. I like it a lot. Whenever I am in this Kmart, I am the only customer in the whole store. It makes me feel like I should have a film crew following me around. We would be filming an episode called This Kmart Is Full Of Ghosts. Whenever I go to check out, all 3 of the female employees are talking to each other and they do not look at me until I set my items on the counter. They are usually talking about a man named Jim, and something he did last week. Somehow I always end up with the same cashier. I do not remember her name, and I also think she might be dead. She is very nice. She asks me if she can get a telephone number please, and I give her my mom’s number. I do this because just in case. Then she asks if my name is Dea. Dea is my mom’s name. I do not feel like telling her that, so I always say yes. Now I feel like I have to pretend to be my mom. My face gets very hot and I think «She knows I am not my mom.» Then she finishes ringing me up and I feel okay. When I’m walking out, I notice every time that the crane machine full of stuffed animals has not moved or changed since 2004.

I always forget about this Kmart. It’s not a Super K so it doesn’t have groceries, it’s just an old-​school discount department store. It’s probably not a place you’d go to shop regularly, it’s more of the «I need a jacket for my kid at 9am and there’s no way in hell I’m going to Walmart and this is the only other option I have time for» kind of place.
It’s about as clean and well organized as you could expect for an older store, and their prices and selection really aren’t too bad, for what it’s worth.
This Kmart sort of feels like a weak holdout from the bygone days of discount department stores, only without any warm and fuzzy feelings of nostalgia. It just feels… discount-​y.

Podunk Kmart in (mentally) Podunk Brownsburg. It seems like I’ve walked into backwoods Indiana when I walk in this place. Counnnnnntry! Poorly lit, even poorer grammar.
Kmart is an organization freak’s nightmare. Nothing is where it should be instinctively. You just stumble upon cereal and quasi-​grocery like area across from… Christmas trees and seasonal outdoor stuff. The toys had a section, and just when it seems it ended, there is a whole other section of toys around the corner. Great for the kids, not so great for mom and dad trying to desperately get their little one out of the store and back home.
Their children’s winter gear selection was quite stylish and reflected how well Sears’ takeover has had on their once laughable selection. Prices were outstanding for the quality. But again, the gloves where nowhere to be found near the coats and when found, the matching gloves to the coat we picked out were in a different location in the middle of the aisle, away from the winter stuff. Bizarre.
Just say this, if you go into Kmart with limited time and knowing what you want, you are doomed for failure. However, if you want to aimlessly kill an hour or more looking at outdated (and sometimes cheap quality) things that you really don’t need anyway, by all means, be my guest at Brownsburg Kmart.