The Demolition of Wal-Mart

Last night, I got a call from aceofspace, asking if he could fly into Cincinnati and we drive down to our hometown together. Of course, I said yes. It seems American Airlines canceled his flight to Knoxville, and left him to sit for several hours to the next day, unless he changed his plans. Unfortunately, they sent his bags to Knoxville (we hope), so he was without essentials. So after a quick dinner, we went to the wilds of Wal-Mart late last night.

Oh, dear God, it was a wasteland. In addition to their employees putting new stock out, there were easily two dozen or more carts full of returned goods to be restocked out near the registers. We went to the menswear department, where we found the tee-shirt/socks aisles completely trashed. Literally, more stock on the floor than on the hooks.

Since we were there, I went to the toys department to grab a toy for my nephew. If I thought the menswear areas were bad, I certainly was not prepared for the toy aisles. It was like someone picked up each aisle, shook it up and down several times, then put it back down. I told aceofspace that it looked like a violent crime scene. Needless to say, we moved quickly out of the area. Gift card for the nephew. Let his dad drag him to the toy aisles instead.

I think I'm going to try to avoid Wal-Mart (more than I usually do) until long after Christmas.