Wal Mart Sucks At Life

A few days ago I made the royal mistake of dropping off some film at Wal Mart. Today I had no choice but to go retrieve it. So I get up to the photo counter and give them my name. They can't find my film in the drawers, so they ask when I dropped it off. I told them, "Wednesday." Then the fat bitch behind the counter pointed to a bag on the floor with no more than 20 picture envelopes in it, and says, "It's probably in there, but we haven't checked those in yet. Come back in 20 minutes."

I asked, "Couldn't you just go through the bag and find it now?"

She said, "No, because we have to check them in. You'll have to come back."

I wandered around Wal Mart looking at random stuff for a while and walked back to the photo counter just in time to see them digging the last of the envelopes out of the bag and chucking them into the drawers.

Nice "checking in" process, Wal Mart.

Fortuntately my pictures were in the bag, but I'm pissed off that they made me wait 20 minutes (during which I managed to collect an armful of stuff that I ended up buying also).

Not only will I be taking my photos to Winn Dixie from now on, but if anyone ever decides to build a weapon cabable of simultaneously destroying every Wal Mart on earth, I will gladly donate my live savings to the project.

Fuck you, Wal Mart.