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alexseanchaiThing I am not: a Walmart employee.
Thing I should therefore have to do only when I have just finished moving my shit from my cart to my car, and not under any other circumstance: push carts around a Walmart parking lot.
Thing I did tonight anyway: push carts around a Walmart parking lot.
I don't know about the handicapped spaces at the left end of the building; the doors at that end aren't open at half past midnight. But every single handicapped space near the doors that are open at half past midnight contained either a car or at least one cart.
There were ten carts taking up handicapped spaces. Ten of them. And not one single fucking unoccupied handicapped space anywhere near the open fucking doors.
(I have just left an angry but polite complaint on walmart.com. Customer service desk isn't open at half past midnight either, or I'd have done it in person.)
Thing I should therefore have to do only when I have just finished moving my shit from my cart to my car, and not under any other circumstance: push carts around a Walmart parking lot.
Thing I did tonight anyway: push carts around a Walmart parking lot.
I don't know about the handicapped spaces at the left end of the building; the doors at that end aren't open at half past midnight. But every single handicapped space near the doors that are open at half past midnight contained either a car or at least one cart.
There were ten carts taking up handicapped spaces. Ten of them. And not one single fucking unoccupied handicapped space anywhere near the open fucking doors.
(I have just left an angry but polite complaint on walmart.com. Customer service desk isn't open at half past midnight either, or I'd have done it in person.)