Take a good look at the pictures on the left. They are from a trip to Walmart in Arizona. Perhaps there seems to be nothing special about them, but if you have been in LA for as long as I then you might know what it is. First of all, there is one Walmart that I know of within an hours drive. For one of the biggest and most population dense cities in the United States, this seems ridiculous. Our Arizona friends live in the middle of the desert, and they have two or three Walmarts they can drive to in fifteen minutes! In my dinky hometown of Meriden, there is a Walmart 5 minutes away. Now, I am no fan of Walmart. In fact, I find them offensive, but the absence of them makes LA seem even more strange to me.
Also, the aisles are so W I D E . The parking spaces are W I D E , and the parking lot is so huge. That would never exist here! I mean, real estate costs $1000 a square foot! Every shopping experience is an exercise in squeezing into miniscule parking spots, maneuvering around comatose Californians and mazes of displays set in the middle of already skinny aisles. What used to take me 15 minutes now takes twice as long because I spend half the time waiting for folks to get out of the way, or I am trying to get out of their way! We went to this Walmart in Arizona to experience wide aisles! It felt so luxurious!
I think I will have a weekly LA gripe blog, along with Cato and Clouseau updates.
3 comments:
That's so funny. I have a Walmart post this week too. I wrote it today and will post it later this week. I was dragged in there on Sunday much to my dismay. Walmart blows!
There's a big controversy in my once and future home of Saranac Lake because Wal-Mart wants to build there. It's an historic town smack dab in the middle of the Adirondack Park, so it would suck to have more traffic and a giant parking lot. But it also sucks to not have anywhere to buy underwear within 50 miles.
We're also getting one ten miles from here within the next year, but hardly anyone is griping about that.
I lived in Los Angeles for many years, and then moved to the South, now each year when I return home I have to learn all over again how to find a parking spot. You forget after being away, how hard it is to find a place to park. One of the wonderful things about living in a small town is being able to actually park the first pass through the lot......without having to play "musical cars."
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