I hate Wal-Mart. I don't hate them because they run out small family run business or because they are a big heartless american company. I hate those bastards because when , on the rare occasion, I go in I am forced to deal with what seems like thousands of people with 3 snotty nosed kids that are all screaming or pushing or both. Then when I do find what I came for I stand in an endless line that never moves because the guy at the front picked out the only package of toilet paper in the free world with no apparent price. The cashier calls and calls for an "associate" to check the price but apparently they are as scarce as a panda breeding in captivity. Eventually nobody shows up and the guy says "I don't really need it..just set it aside". Whew , I'm almost thinking this line is going to move. Shit, he pulls out a credit card.





