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I know it's long, but it's good. So get over it.
As if controversy over sexual and racial discrimination, unethical labor practices (poor treatment of employees, buying from foreign sweatshops), and it's detrimental effects on local business and economy hadn't already hurt Wal-Marts image enough, they have apparently decided to make shopping there not only ethically questionable, but downright difficult and frustrating. Let's review a few events from the last few months:
1. Tried to buy a pair of shoes. Self-checkout machine (the fewer incisorally-challenged redneck employees I have to talk to, the better) charged me for two pairs of shoes. Attendant didn't know how to fix it, so I had to just pay for it and have the customer service desk credit the money back to my bank account. So not only was I late to work, but it took them over a week to put the money back in my account. Honest mistake, I suppose, but still inconvient and due to incompetence on their part.
2. Walk into the building carrying my motorcycle helmet in a black bag (with a picture of a helmet on it, mind you) and the greeter begins to harass me about it.
"Woah hang on a sec... what's in the bag?"
"Uh, a helmet..."
"Sure.. Well, you probably shouldn't bring that in next time"
"Excuse me? It's just a damn helmet, do you want see in the bag!?"
"Noo I believe you, we just wouldn't want anyone to think you're, you know, trying to do something you're not trying to do..."
"Wow, thanks G.I. Joe, glad to see wal-mart is on the lookout for suicide bombers. OH WAIT, WE'RE IN MOTHERFUCKING WICHITA KANSAS, NOT BAHGDAD, SHITHEAD"
Besides, if I really was going to bomb Wal-Mart (which doesn't seem so crazy now), he did an amazing job of stopping me. Good job harassing me about it then not even actually checking it, jackass.
3. Buying a can of spray adhesive:
"Can I see some ID, sir?"
"Excuse me? No no, you misunderstood, it's glue."
"I still need to see your drivers license"
"Did you not understand what I just said? It's fucking GLUE. Maybe you have it confused with cigarettes or lotto tickets. Ok, it's this sticky stuff and you stick things together with it. You ate this shit when you were 6. You don't need to see my goddamn ID. Whore."
Seriously, guys. I'm six and a half feet tall and have huge sideburns. I've never been carded for cigarettes, but Wal-Mart cards me for FUCKING ELMERS GLUE. Glad to see you're looking out for the kids, guys. Really would be a shame if some underage hoodlums got ahold of some spray glue. They might get mixed up in arts and crafts, and we all know what that leads to... yeah, ART. And from there it's just a downward spiral of drugs, violence, and unprotected sex. Thanks for keeping our kids safe, Wal-Mart.
4. After having purchased a candy bar and toothpaste (don't ask), I was walking towards the door when the greeter stops me and says
"I need to see your receipt for that, sir"
"...Uh, I just threw it away."
"Never throw your receipt away"
"Oh sorry, I guess just wasn't planning on returning any of this stuff, dipshit. It's a goddamn candy bar and toothpaste. $3.24. Get over it."
(police officer behind us, after digging through the trash): "Hey, I think I found it..."
The greeter and cop proceeded to study the reciept and my purchase carefully before satisfying themselves that I had, in fact, paid my $3.24 in full and allowing me to leave.
Sorry Wal-Mart, I never did like you much, but now I fucking hate you and rest assured, you won't be getting another cent from me. I would much rather pay a few extra bucks and be treated with respect and decency when I go shopping rather than get harassed, accused, and generally annoyed just to save a little money. Seriously. Fuck you, Wal-Mart.
As if controversy over sexual and racial discrimination, unethical labor practices (poor treatment of employees, buying from foreign sweatshops), and it's detrimental effects on local business and economy hadn't already hurt Wal-Marts image enough, they have apparently decided to make shopping there not only ethically questionable, but downright difficult and frustrating. Let's review a few events from the last few months:
1. Tried to buy a pair of shoes. Self-checkout machine (the fewer incisorally-challenged redneck employees I have to talk to, the better) charged me for two pairs of shoes. Attendant didn't know how to fix it, so I had to just pay for it and have the customer service desk credit the money back to my bank account. So not only was I late to work, but it took them over a week to put the money back in my account. Honest mistake, I suppose, but still inconvient and due to incompetence on their part.
2. Walk into the building carrying my motorcycle helmet in a black bag (with a picture of a helmet on it, mind you) and the greeter begins to harass me about it.
"Woah hang on a sec... what's in the bag?"
"Uh, a helmet..."
"Sure.. Well, you probably shouldn't bring that in next time"
"Excuse me? It's just a damn helmet, do you want see in the bag!?"
"Noo I believe you, we just wouldn't want anyone to think you're, you know, trying to do something you're not trying to do..."
"Wow, thanks G.I. Joe, glad to see wal-mart is on the lookout for suicide bombers. OH WAIT, WE'RE IN MOTHERFUCKING WICHITA KANSAS, NOT BAHGDAD, SHITHEAD"
Besides, if I really was going to bomb Wal-Mart (which doesn't seem so crazy now), he did an amazing job of stopping me. Good job harassing me about it then not even actually checking it, jackass.
3. Buying a can of spray adhesive:
"Can I see some ID, sir?"
"Excuse me? No no, you misunderstood, it's glue."
"I still need to see your drivers license"
"Did you not understand what I just said? It's fucking GLUE. Maybe you have it confused with cigarettes or lotto tickets. Ok, it's this sticky stuff and you stick things together with it. You ate this shit when you were 6. You don't need to see my goddamn ID. Whore."
Seriously, guys. I'm six and a half feet tall and have huge sideburns. I've never been carded for cigarettes, but Wal-Mart cards me for FUCKING ELMERS GLUE. Glad to see you're looking out for the kids, guys. Really would be a shame if some underage hoodlums got ahold of some spray glue. They might get mixed up in arts and crafts, and we all know what that leads to... yeah, ART. And from there it's just a downward spiral of drugs, violence, and unprotected sex. Thanks for keeping our kids safe, Wal-Mart.
4. After having purchased a candy bar and toothpaste (don't ask), I was walking towards the door when the greeter stops me and says
"I need to see your receipt for that, sir"
"...Uh, I just threw it away."
"Never throw your receipt away"
"Oh sorry, I guess just wasn't planning on returning any of this stuff, dipshit. It's a goddamn candy bar and toothpaste. $3.24. Get over it."
(police officer behind us, after digging through the trash): "Hey, I think I found it..."
The greeter and cop proceeded to study the reciept and my purchase carefully before satisfying themselves that I had, in fact, paid my $3.24 in full and allowing me to leave.
Sorry Wal-Mart, I never did like you much, but now I fucking hate you and rest assured, you won't be getting another cent from me. I would much rather pay a few extra bucks and be treated with respect and decency when I go shopping rather than get harassed, accused, and generally annoyed just to save a little money. Seriously. Fuck you, Wal-Mart.