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I go for the groceries and little else. I resisted even that until the day my local grocery store wanted $3 for a little can of corned beef hash.
Occassionally I permit a little spasm of optimism to shake up my generally cynical outlook. Today was such a day. I needed three things: a children's book, a set of book-ends and a "forced" bulb -- a bulb in a pot. I had 30 minutes on my lunch break so thought I could sweep it all up at Sam Walton's megapolis.
Stop One: The garden section. Says the stocker to me, "We aren't carrying those (forced bulbs) right now."
Perhaps they are waiting for July, when forced bulbs are all the rage. Please note the sarcasm.
Stop Two: Household goods. No sign of book ends. I track down a clerk. "We don't carry those anymore," sales associate says.
My rather flimsy temper is beginning to fray. "Don't people put books on shelves anymore?" I ask. She just looks puzzled, poor thing. Maybe doesn't know what a book is.
Stop Three: Book section. I go back and forth amidst trashy paperback romances and coloring books, in a vain search for something resembling children's literature. Walmart's stock, at least at this urban location, consists of about three picture books and some pathetic Disney princess paper-waste.
Strike three, you're out.
I have come to understand the big box store strategy: Convince the world that you sell everything. Drive your competition out of business with your falsified claim. Then carry almost nothing.
But of course I have only myself to blame. Sam depends on people like me to fill his pockets. If millions of joes like me were to go elsewhere, his empire would crumble.
Unfortunately, I would have to be willing, once again, to pay $3 for a can of corned beef hash.