Sarah Rants About Kmart

Why? Why? Why do I go to Kmart?

I hate Kmart. Every time I go there I leave angry. It must be a job requirement to be stupid or just really, really high to work there.

This time I bought the following things: a four pack of wrapping paper, some tape, some mittens and a pack of stickers.

It took two people seven minutes to check me out.

And neither one of them gave me my bags.

THEY JUST STOOD THERE!

I wasn't even sure if I was supposed to get it myself or if they weren't done with me yet.

And then I couldn't leave because two other guys were standing in my way. They were between the cash register and the door. One was an employee and one was a shopper. They weren't talking to each other, they weren't looking at each other they were both just standing around completely on their own near each other. Not close enough to be touching, but close enough to completely block my path and since I couldn't move the lady behind me in line (who was coughing as if she had H1N1) couldn't move forward so that she could hang out for seven to ten minutes while the two cashiers tried to figure out how to sell he a pack of gum.

I know why I go there. I go there because it is across the street from a really great library and Target isn't really quite as close.

But every time I go to Kmart, that one or any one anywhere I leave angry.

Every. Stinking. Time.

So I am through. Kmart is dead to me. DEAD TO ME!

Whoo.

I feel much better.

Thanks.