I woke up this morning at 5:30, hoping to go to work, but I coughed for an hour straight instead. So, now I'm home being unproductive.
Therefore, I will write about the Wal-Mart Supercenter that just opened a mile from my house. In short, I want it to go away. The traffic congestion is annoying and the store itself (I went yesterday morning) is even more annoying. There's a McDonald's, bank, eyecare center, grocery store and who-knows-what-else all inside this massive warehouse of stuff. I think the building is larger than the state of Maine.
When I walked up to the store, I had a glimmer of hope since the building exterior surprised me with its not-too-shabby architecture, but then I went inside...
What made the trip really really really unpleasant was the traffic jam of shoppers. People with no awareness of their surroundings walked around aimlessly, blocking walkways, ruminating over their need for toilet paper and Oreos. People just stood in the middle of aisles, shopping carts akimbo, unaware of the ten shoppers behind them trying to get to the Frosted Flakes.
And then there was the checkout manned by a clerk who tried to scan a bag of oranges (unsuccessfully) for five minutes.
In retrospect, I guess I was more frustrated with the people inside the Wal-Mart than the actual store itself.
Sartre once said that "hell is other people." He must have frequented Wal-Mart.
This cough is making me grumpy.
Therefore, I will write about the Wal-Mart Supercenter that just opened a mile from my house. In short, I want it to go away. The traffic congestion is annoying and the store itself (I went yesterday morning) is even more annoying. There's a McDonald's, bank, eyecare center, grocery store and who-knows-what-else all inside this massive warehouse of stuff. I think the building is larger than the state of Maine.
When I walked up to the store, I had a glimmer of hope since the building exterior surprised me with its not-too-shabby architecture, but then I went inside...
What made the trip really really really unpleasant was the traffic jam of shoppers. People with no awareness of their surroundings walked around aimlessly, blocking walkways, ruminating over their need for toilet paper and Oreos. People just stood in the middle of aisles, shopping carts akimbo, unaware of the ten shoppers behind them trying to get to the Frosted Flakes.
And then there was the checkout manned by a clerk who tried to scan a bag of oranges (unsuccessfully) for five minutes.
In retrospect, I guess I was more frustrated with the people inside the Wal-Mart than the actual store itself.
Sartre once said that "hell is other people." He must have frequented Wal-Mart.
This cough is making me grumpy.
