I Love You, Target

I hate WalMart. It is true that their prices are the lowest around, only because they scrimp elsewhere like overtime pay and health care for their employees. I am a firm believer that you get what you pay for, and at WalMart all you will get is crap. If you are lucky you might get a cashier who speaks English, but don't count on it.

I was forced to make a purchase at Walmart this weekend. I was attending a baby shower and it was the only place the family was registered. I checked the registry the night before to select my purchase and was off to the store the next day. The following is my Walmart experience.

I walk in and am promptly greeted by a little old man who is at least 150 years old. I ask if he can direct me to the baby registry printer. He can't. He refers me to the customer service counter. The line is a mile long. I find an employee to ask, who of course doesn't think they even have a baby registry anymore. I assure her they do. She skips the line and asks the customer service lady where I can find the information I am looking for. Her reply, "I don't know, maybe it's by the jewelry department?" Of course. Right where it should be. Jewelry. Not the baby department. That would be silly. I know that in Target, you walk in and the registry is right by the customer service counter where it belongs. Why, oh why, could I not be at Target right now?

I head off to the jewelry dept in search of the elusive registry printer. I do not find it here. What I do find is a man behind the camera counter with an Internet connection who looks up the registry for me on the website. Mission accomplished. The rest would be easy, right?

I trudge off to the baby dept to look for the diaper pail I am after. It isn't where the label says it should be. Instead I find an open car seat box and a McDonald's drink cup. In fact, nothing is where it should be. There are all sorts of things that have been moved around or mis-stocked. Ok, I'll pick something else. I'll get the baby monitor. Off to the cashier. What? This rang up $25 more than the tag says. I ask the cashier. She explains that sometimes the Internet price is different. Really? A $25 dollar Internet discount on a monitor that is only $35 to begin with? I'll go get something else. This happens two more times. Long story short, I finally walk out of Walmart an hour later with a crib mattress. Stupid Walmart. This would never happen at Target. I'm sorry Target. I will never cheat on you again.