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Let me state that I usually will shop for household products and goods at Walmart because I loathe the red color of the over-priced alternative Target.   I absolutely hate any time spent in Target.   I can't wait to get the hell out of that place.

With that said I have not done any shopping other than groceries in person since early March.

I had no idea that Walmart had changed into a consumer version of North Korea.    So it was with a great surprise that I got to experience the COVID era that has morphed into the Black Lies Matter that we are not experiencing.

Walmart has chosen to totally close one of its entrances in the local one I visited.   Apparently at times it is open but the same cattle lot barricades that direct customer flow that were at the open entrance and exit were present at this closed one.

How queer.

The Walmart I visit has to be as big as a football field and the trek to go to the only opening in the store was a lengthy one since I had no idea one was closed.    Then when I made my way to the entrance there were guards at the entrance and every person was CHECKED ON THE WAY OUT!    In an era where you'd think you'd want space between yourself and polyester water buffaloes, it was like being packed into a line having to go into the building.    It was uncomfortable to say the least.   But everyone I saw had a mask on.

Once I got inside, North Korea was obviously the decorating inspiration.   There were these mysterious "exit only" automatic gates that would deploy.   And the concentrated entry line was replicated actually going from the doors to the main aisle.    I remember this store being spacious.  It was now like waiting to go into a slaughter house as it was so confining.

I had a specific item for my kitchen that I needed so I went to look for it.    This Walmart was not well stocked.   There were more open spaces than stocked ones.

How queer.

I could have also combined purchases had there been any stock that I needed, but I was so annoyed with the overall environment here that I gave up after not finding the reason I had arrived.   I gave up.   I wanted the hell out!

So I went out the way I came in since I saw the first entrance/exit was closed.

My mistake was actually thinking that the exit doors/flaps would open if I stood in front of it.   That didn't happen.   They didn't open.   I set off an alarm by stepping up!

The neanderthal Walmart employee standing there mumbled "go to an aisle and pointed".  

I was now bothered.

So I turned around and found the self checkout area being passable.   I have no fucking idea if I was supposed to exit there, but I did.

And then I had to stand in line as Neanderthal man checked each receipt.

He looked puzzled I didn't have anything.   So glad he didn't pursue this farther.  I'd have gone off.

I could not wait to get out of that putrid store and can now tell Walmart that there is a snowball chance in hell that I will return to shop at a Walmart so long as North Korea is their model of security.

There is Amazon.   Plus I don't have to meander through Polyester Water Buffaloes and their broods.

Fuck you, Walmart.   And I used to shop there.