It is true that Wal-Mart and I have a love hate relationship. My husband questions why I still frequent their stores, or at very least the one that has irritated me the most. I’ll admit he may have a point. However every time I justify the issues away with “the location is convenient” and “there prices really are cheaper”. I realize more and more I’m paying for the convenience with seconds wasted from my life. Our crazy Wal-Mart stories vary in content: There was the time the deli worker refused to sell me fried chicken even though the cases were full of it, the time I got yelled at for not speaking Spanish by a cashier, the time the pharmacy gave my daughter the wrong prescription (I still won’t use their pharmacy), There was the time they refused to honor my coupons and semi mocked me in Spanish, or more recently they refused to sell me an ink cartridge when it was open and so I went back into the store and the same one was back on the shelf. ...
