Those who know me know of my hatred for the Wal-Marts. The hatred is two-fold.
First there is the business practices. Wal-Mart puts on this all-American show, but it is basically the corporate arm of China. I have nothing against China, but the effort that Wal-Mart puts into not buying American goods or labor makes it wholly hypocritical.
The second front I guess could be tied to their business practices in that Wal-Mart caters to the lowest common denominator. These people are trash in its basest form. These people are your stereotypical red-neck trailer trash. And what irks me most is that they leave their damned shopping carts in the middle of the parking lot.
Of course the only reason I know this is that my wife makes me go there with her, and I have to use a hard loofa to clean the dirty feeling away afterward.
That segues to the real meat of my sordid tale. This past weekend we were there and my daughter clung to the new Mulan DVD, so we had to get it, and while walking along some country-western CDs the metal rack snagged my wife's pants and tore a small dime-sized hole in them. This snag also nearly sent my 8-months-pregnant wife falling forward. She luckily caught herself, and was pretty upset at a favorite pair of pants being torn.
So after checking out, we decided to report the rack to customer service, not wanting anything really. The customer service gal called over an assistant manager named Julie. Julie spoke what I assume to be some form of grunted-English and in a flippant manner offered us a $10 gift certificate. We turned her down, indicating we just wanted to report a possible danger to other customers. I personally walked her across the store to point out how it could happen on ANY of the CD racks they use. She sort of nodded her acknowledgement and I told her I understand that she can't just replace every rack in every Wal-Mart but at least they know that these things can happen, and if my very-pregnant wife HAD fallen, things would look much worse.
Her attitude told me that she thought we somehow made the scenario up to get her precious $10 gift certificate, so my wife and I cheerfully bid her farewell, declining the certificate again. I only hope my wife soon learns of the evilness of the store, despite their cheap Chinese diapers.
On a side note, I just recently noticed that the apple juice my wife buys from Aldi is made from concentrate from China. I'm not sure on what level that disturbs me.