Open Letter To Walmart aka Armpit of America

Dearest Walmart,

This letter is to inform you that I am sick and tired of asking your employees a question only to get a half cocked smile and a nod. Do any of the people stocking shelves speak English? If I yelled " Immigration" at the top of my lungs would they all run for the exits? Don't get me wrong I am not against people from another country coming here and making a life and a living for themselves. I am however against said people being put in a position to work with the public and not be able to communicate. Hhhhhhh!!

Also could you please inform your male employees that it is NOT OK to stare at my teenage daughter. I have been to prison ( OK I was just visiting someone ) and I am not afraid to go back. I will slap the taste right out of your mouth for you!! By the way the deodorant is found in the pharmacy area...just so ya know. While your there you might by a toothbrush and some toothpaste. I'm just saying.

On the subject of your shopping carts ( better know to us southern girls as a buggy )
Do they ALL pull to the left and say cuchuga, cuchuga, cachuga, when you push them? Do you buy them new with these features? Maybe your sticker passer outers could wipe a little disinfectant over the handle bars instead of giving the stank eye to everyone that crosses their path. I feel like I need to put a hazmat suit on my baby every time we shop there and I have to put her in the cart, especially now with the hog fever on the rampage.

I must close this letter now as I am late for my anger management class.