Yes, I am a Walmart hater. I will admit that the convenience (if you call it that) of everything in one place is nice, but I would be a happy man if I could never set foot in there again. It seems like there is ALWAYS an issue every time I'm there, especially when I drop my car off for an oil change. They have lost my keys, misplaced my ticket, been unable to ring the transaction until the next day, etc. The latest chapter was this Friday, when I dropped off the Jeep. My Jeep uses 5W-20 oil. Well, I was informed that in order to get 5W-20, I would have to go with the more expensive package. If I used 5W-30, I could get the cheaper package. Now, both oils are Pennzoil, sitting on Walmart's shelf next to each other in quart and 5-quart packages at an IDENTICAL price. So why am I paying more? The answer from the service manager - "that's our policy."
Then we went over to Red Robin, and belive it or not, for a second time in three visits, they didn't bring our appetizer before the food got there (Sharon and I ordered the nachos and a burger to be split, as we typically do). BUT, at least Red Robin understands the concept of "customer service" - without any asking by us, the manager comped our entire meal (they did this last time too)! We go there fairly often because we like the food and they tend to take good care of their customers. Maybe the Walmart brass should go over there and take a lesson.
Oh! And then I get to school Saturday morning to hook up the trailer for the band competition, and the wiring on the Jeep for the trailer harness shorts out and melts. Now, the band has to have the trailer to get all of their equipment there, so I drive to Lynchburg, illegally, with no lights (brake, signal, etc.) on the trailer. Luckily, I didn't get pulled. Kids, don't try this at home!
So there is my Monday morning rant. Ironically enough, the sermon at church Sunday was on not complaining. More on that later.
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I was in Walmart in Ithaca this past weekend and there was poop in the floor. Did you get angry at Walmart and come poop in the floor?
No....I don't think I could reach that point of anger. But, I think you have demonstrated yet another reason that Walmart stinks (no pun intended). Are you serious?
Yep. Dead serious. And as a hall director I have no problem alerting someone to body spills.
It was gross. What was worse is I don't think the lady at the check out knew what I meant by "feces".
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