In my quest to find "cheap" I followed the google maps to the nearest Walmart, 18 miles away in Crenshaw. Turns out Crenshaw is the place where the Japanese and German tourists who want to see the real America, get their asses kicked.
This was by far the worst Walmart I have ever been to. There were no shopping carts outside. The grumpy old lady greeter grunted as walked by her and asked where I could get some carts. "Go outside and wait for people to return their carts!"
"Aha! I'll take a basket." I replied.
I did a bit of shopping but soon realized that I couldn't haul all these bags to the car and neededa cart. Went back down and left the basket by the greeter and went outside in search of cart. I foud a crooked wheeled cart shoved in a corner and rolled it in. "Sorry, you can't use that car here, it's not a Walmart cart." Oh great, seems like I had just stolen somebody's mobile home! Back in again, still cartless.
I limped around with the heavy basket and envyed all the shoppers who were pushing real carts around.
O' to have a cart,
O' my kingdom for a cart.
I checked out and walked to the car and got in. I spotted a cart. I thought I could go back in and finish my shopping after this long drive. I had a pretty good parking spot. I turned to get out of the my car, but noticed there was a car waiting for my spot. Dang it! "How long has this guy been waiting there?" I thought. Now I was obligated to move. Can't just wave and say "Woops, I am not moving, just realized what a great spot I have. Gonna go back in and come out one more round. Sorry. hehe."
I moved the car to another spot! Found a cart, went back in and LOADED up on canned foods, beans, rice, bottled water, beer and such. Yeah Baby!
On the way back, I noticed that Crenshaw looked exactly the same as Detroit but completey different. I'll be back. Maybe.
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