I HATE Walmart. Yes, I said it. I think the relationship soured most when I had to take my two-year old. I had to fill that shopping cart to the brim to get everything we needed. By the time I got to the register, I had to take my little one out of the cart because there was no room left for her.
I stood in line for what seemed an eternity and checked out with a grouchy, very overworked checker. I reloaded my cart and realized getting out to the parking lot might be a bit of a problem so I asked for help out. I was sent to the door and asked to wait. I did. I waited and waited, but no one came.
Finally, I pushed my way out the door while forcing my two year old to hang on the cart for dear life. My overflowing cart couldn’t handle the bumpy path and items began falling out. I was almost in tears trying to juggle my kiddo and pick up things off the pavement when someone actually HONKED at me to get out of the way. No one helped. No one even gave me an empathetic look, just glares.
That day I vowed never to go back. Sadly, like any addiction, it’s been hard. The cheap prices are so seductive. The store is so popular and has so many things all in one place. I sometimes have to take it day by day. If I feel especially weak, I watch one of the documentaries about the evil Walmart empire. I wonder if there’s a rehab for Walmart addicts.
Anyway, Las Cruces, remember that Walmart is one of the biggest killers of small business. If you can’t stop going all together, I want to encourage you to just try out a new locally owned place at least once a week….even if it’s just for a couple of items. If we put all our eggs in one basket, the other baskets may eventually disappear completely.