“Wally Hell”
I was in our Wally World the other day.
You know the aisle after you’ve checked-out, on your way to the door? The restrooms, service counter, etc.—some fat **** in an electric wheelchair was screaming at an old woman in front of him, who was being assisted by a guy in a blue smock, because she was moving too slowly for him.
I told him to settle down and then he started yelling obscenities at me and the rest of the store. No store employee got involved.
So yeah, shopping at Wal-hel for the savings is something like marrying for money (or spending some quality time in Bedlam).
You pay for the savings in other ways: `unconscious’ fellow shoppers blocking aisles/barging in front of you, you can’t leave your cart alone for too long, etc. I half expect soon to see vendors in the food section frying goat on a garbage can lids.
So yeah, I find myself recently opting more-and-more to pay at a real grocery store—and I find recently they beat Wal-hel on some prices!—just to avoid that wonderful Third world Wal-experience.