I am not a fan of Wal-Mart. No I don’t think you understand, I loathe Wal-Mart from the depths of my being. The drying effect of their recycled air on my eyes, the strange and eclectic possessed crowds that pack into the aisles, their unfair competition for the community shops, and the inability to bag more than one item per plastic bag as you stumble to keep up with the unloading of the “loaded” bags off the spinning gray carousel.
This Sunday I decided I would make the sacrifice for the sake of my family considering this month’s budget has been tight between medical bills, plane tickets for my stepson, and our upcoming venture to Disney World by commencing our weekly grocery shopping in Hell. I left frustrated (to no one’s surprise), my eyes were tired, my nerves were tried and the unloading process of the fifty individual bags for the fifty-five individual products was ridiculous. Considering we live in a split level home that only has parking downstairs on the opposite end of the house from the kitchen, which is also
conveniently located upstairs. I am a fanatic about the number of bags I’m issued, and the amount of product in each bag. I don’t care if it’s loaded down with 3 sodas and double bagged, I’d rather one heavy trip up the stairs than two.
As a veteran retailer I really do try to do my part, I compartmentalize my shopping basket so that when I am laying it all out on the conveyer belt the items run from heaviest to lightest, separated by cold and room temperature, and then all like items are grouped for convenient ring up. Honestly I have never worked in grocery stores, but these are all organizational tips offered to me by various bag boys when I have asked how I can make their job easier. So why is it then that the hot dog buns and loaf of bread need separate individual bags? Why is it that the 6 bottles of sodas for my upcoming Bunco night are in 6 separate bags? Why is the turkey meat randomly bagged with a random box of pasta salad? Why is the one tiny 4″X4″ Apple snack pack for my toddler daughter reserving a bag all of its own?
The frustration goes beyond my treks up and down the stairs. There is then the pile of plastic bags when all is said and done. I am having to pick them up off of the counter tops and the floors, and storing them. I do reuse them, but not 50 a week! I remember growing up in an old, small west Texas town where we renamed mesquite trees Wal-Mart Trees. The surplus of sacks found their way out of cars, out of doors, out of dumpsters, and covered our trees all over the community. They blew in the wind like windsocks, in place of limbs or the rare showing of leaves and life in the desert; we were surrounded by faded blue bags with tattered once yellow smileys on the front. So with that there is that gut gnawing, creepy crawling feeling of filth just as I look back at my kitchen as I begin the gathering.
Needless to say I cannot wait for this tight month to be done…cannot wait to go back to my local Kroger or ma & pop grocers around town. What are your experiences with Wal-Mart bags? Am I alone in this?