Wal-Mart, creator of all thing wrong and cheap. We all know the tear- to us Wal-Mart poses a specific morality conundrum. On one hand, the company is consistently under fire for labor practices and for putting smaller practices and businesses on bankruptcy. On the other, I choose my words carefully, they produce cheap shit. I, however, find a nervous tinge tying into my stomach from neither former nor latter: I get uncomfortable observing society in the some of the worst conditions. For example, as Michelle and I were in there the other day, we had specific goals. I needed new work shoes, and she needed to fill a prescription. We both failed- they didn't have the shoes I needed and the line wasn't moving in the pharmacy. Fail.
Michelle decides to grab some things and get in line. We're sandwiched between an older black lady and an older White lady. The lady in front has around 30 things, and is in the 10 items or less line. Go ahead, imagine.
As tensions flair, the grumbling behind us elevates to "will you tell her the this is the 10 items or less line". We both just nervously smile and turn back around. We can't leave. This is going down. Banter is exchanged, the lady in front is having payment troubles and is clearly frustrated. The lady behind is voicing her opinion. Now the lady in front, rather than move forward, is in an all out war, and ends up calling her to the parking lot. Security is called. I get on the phone, and as I start talking, the lady behind me says, "this is why they need to go back to the jungle".
I can't explain exactly what I was feeling. I wanted to leave, I wanted to stay and yell. I didn't tell Michelle until we finally left. She was pissed, I understand why, I just feared for the both of us had we stayed. I'm serious...
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