I Hate Walmart!

I just have to vent for a minute about my local Walmart. I remember the days before the nearest Walmart was built. I spent my days shopping at cleaner, nicer, brighter, even closer grocery stores. Ones with little thunderstorms that sprinkled the vegetables with a dewy mist as a passed by. I'd make it in and out in less than an hour and I didn't have to walk half a mile to get from one end of the store to the other. Sure, I spent more money on most of the items purchased, but I could do it in good conscience knowing there was no alternative. Yes, those were the days. But now, with a Walmart Supercenter so nearby I am racked with guilt anytime I shop at my old stores, my old friends. I know I should be shopping where the prices are lower, the lights are dimmer, and the Christmas music is playing as soon as Halloween is over. I have never come out of the black hole we call Walmart in less than an hour, no matter how short a list I have. I have never waited in a checkout line with less than 3 carts (stuffed to the brim, mind you) ahead of me. And I always come home in a bad mood.