I love you Wal-Mart.
I love your low prices. I love that I can get just about anything I need in one trip. I love that you have twelve different kinds of peanut butter and every variety of soft-drink that any person could ever need. I love that you are always open, and I love the little old man that hands me a shopping cart as I walk in the store.
I love you Wal-Mart. Why don't you love me?
Why are your parking spaces always occupied by an abandoned shopping cart?
Why do you have 50 check-out lanes crammed tightly together when there are never more than 10 of them open at a time?
Why don't you understand that sometimes all I want is a hand-held basket?
Why do you always have shirts in every size BUT XL? Or size 34 pants?
Why do you have perfectly-manicured grass outside, but disgusting bathrooms inside?
Why are the rudest people, and the longest lines, always found in "customer service?"
I really do love you Wal-Mart. But sometimes you just aren't worth it.