Walmart Supercenter

I usually avoid going to Wal-​Mart at all costs, but I have found a few things to comment about, that maybe beyond a typical commentary.
One: I have discovered, quite by accident, that if I stop-​by wearing my really hole-​y jeans, because it’s convenient, because I was shopping at Lowe’s Home Improvement next door, because I was working on a home project… I am robustly greeted at the door. I guess I fit in.
Two: Recently Wal-​Mart added a video to the self-​checkout display, that shows candy bars, floating and flashing in a circle, and it’s accompanied by musical tones that resemble LasVegas slot machines. I suppose they are trying to entice simple minds that buying candy is a mindless and fun thing to do. Buyer Beware ;-)
That last one is like a nail in Wal-Mart’s coffin. How dare they!

Garden Center.
90 degree day.
Hordes of «Walmaritans.»
I had to park fifty yards away from the store, just to find a parking spot, which is not unusual for this location. I like to park away from the store, so that my car doors don’t get dinged, but I’ve never been able to park far enough away to come back to my vehicle without having it surrounded by cars.
I walked all over their garden section looking for a large sprayer of Round Up. Say what you like, but if you want to put an ass whooping on some weeds, you can’t beat Round Up.
I finally asked an employee where the stuff was located, and it was inside the store. Mission accomplished.
I avoid Walmart whenever possible, and this visit proves why.