Walmart or Target?
Long ago I identified myself as a "Target" girl. I was quickly seduced by their clean bright displays and merchandise with a little more "flair". (And no, not talking about the kind of flair found in "Office Space".)
The seduction began when I moved to Orlando after my first graduation from college, and finally getting my own place. (AKA, not having to live with Mom anymore.)
It's probably the first place I was not PROMPTED to shop at, it wasn't the only choice Orlando had to offer it's inhabitants.
And the shoes!
Tonight I went to WalMart. The only reason that I have had the occasion to shop there in the last few years is because of my nephews. They live on Oahu, and WalMart is about it for them for that kind of store. AND there are "toys" that are unique to them, or at least for me it seemed when an Auntie was sent in search of the latest and greatest collectible for her nephews.
Last Christmas I dove in, fought the crowds, and crowded aisles and melee of merchandise piled in random order throughout the store. I purchased the toys, and of course found DVD's for other gifts. Getting to the register at last (as the place is several football fields of confusion), I made my purchase and drove home. Upon arriving, I discovered that most of the toys needed for the nephews had disappeared, and were not in the bag.
It being Christmas, I fought my way back, as I had procrastinated and time was of the essence. Another line, an explanation, then a gesture for me to go find my items... AGAIN!
This did not increase my love of the store.
Tonight I went back. My nephew would be happiest with a gift card, my sister says.
I tried to combine my shopping by looking at some other items on the list. Passing by the books, I saw the latest Stephen King, Janet Evanovich, and John Grisham novels. Avoiding the grocery store and heading back to the electronic department to look at TV's (who knew that Polaroid made TV's?) I did notice some things for pets. I found bowls for the cats. Then when I paid at the register I noticed sadly on the receipt, that they weren't clearly marked for prices, and I paid more for them.
While I attempt to convince myself that WalMart isn't so bad, even the woman at the cash register didn't smile as she was checking me out.
The seduction began when I moved to Orlando after my first graduation from college, and finally getting my own place. (AKA, not having to live with Mom anymore.)
It's probably the first place I was not PROMPTED to shop at, it wasn't the only choice Orlando had to offer it's inhabitants.
And the shoes!
Tonight I went to WalMart. The only reason that I have had the occasion to shop there in the last few years is because of my nephews. They live on Oahu, and WalMart is about it for them for that kind of store. AND there are "toys" that are unique to them, or at least for me it seemed when an Auntie was sent in search of the latest and greatest collectible for her nephews.
Last Christmas I dove in, fought the crowds, and crowded aisles and melee of merchandise piled in random order throughout the store. I purchased the toys, and of course found DVD's for other gifts. Getting to the register at last (as the place is several football fields of confusion), I made my purchase and drove home. Upon arriving, I discovered that most of the toys needed for the nephews had disappeared, and were not in the bag.
It being Christmas, I fought my way back, as I had procrastinated and time was of the essence. Another line, an explanation, then a gesture for me to go find my items... AGAIN!
This did not increase my love of the store.
Tonight I went back. My nephew would be happiest with a gift card, my sister says.
I tried to combine my shopping by looking at some other items on the list. Passing by the books, I saw the latest Stephen King, Janet Evanovich, and John Grisham novels. Avoiding the grocery store and heading back to the electronic department to look at TV's (who knew that Polaroid made TV's?) I did notice some things for pets. I found bowls for the cats. Then when I paid at the register I noticed sadly on the receipt, that they weren't clearly marked for prices, and I paid more for them.
While I attempt to convince myself that WalMart isn't so bad, even the woman at the cash register didn't smile as she was checking me out.
posted by nicky at 2/18/2008 08:57:00 PM
1 Comments:
I'm not a fan of Wal-Mart due to the other people who shop there. But I feel you on the rest of it - if I wasn't an elitist snob, I would not shop there for those reasons. I did go there for oil changes, but then one day none of the alleged workers would check me in and change my oil, so that was the end of Wal-Mart as far as I was concerned.
So did you have to buy the lost items twice?
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