Kmart Stores

Hey — the store is closing… everything on super sale! Not such a bad joint with 70% off of stuff, it is now down right up-​town! Shop early! Shop often!

Ghetto as Hell.
Not to mention that their prices were more expensive than WalMart.
WAY more expensive.
It’s filthy and poorly stocked and the merch is crappy.
What else do you expect? It’s K*Mart.
Here’s the thing: How dare you, K*Mart, RAISE YOUR PRICES on your dirty, crappy merchandise?
Yeah, I’ll be at Walmart when I need a dose of Cheap with a side of Low Class.

Hmmm… Jason’s writing a review for a large corporate entity; must be another sub-​star review…
Yeah… I guess I should just get this started.
We’ve been having a REAL hard time finding a simple TV stand/​media center that doesn’t take up an entire wall or look ghetto-​riffic, not a small feat, to be sure. Somehow, I randomly found a link to a Martha Stewart media stand that didn’t look horrible and, hey, it’s Martha!, the quality must be good, right?
When I told my wife I thought we should go look at it, she made the face of «I just stepped in something the cat shat out» (we have no pets) when she realized which KMart we were going to. «That place is pretty ghetto» she said. «Naw, they’re in the middle of remodeling» I replied.
When we walked in, it was apparent that they were in the same stage of ‘remodeling’ they had been a month ago, which made me realize that, once again, my better half is also the wiser half. We found what we needed pretty quickly and, after looking at it for about 30 seconds, realized that Martha, being the ex-​con and Media Empress that she is, is also capable of selling turds to the masses in large numbers. The display model they had out was literally falling apart, and was of the cheapest particle board imagined (hard to believe there are various grades of particle board…), it was maybe 2 quality levels above thick cardboard. So, we weren’t gonna get the media table after all. What the hell, we were there, there were other things we needed to pick up, we shopped for a few minutes.
Once we had picked up what we needed, we made our way to the checkout. They were about to close, after all, and I’m not one to want to keep the store employees after hours. I need to point out that we were second in line, btw…
So, the transaction ahead of us was taking a little long, and the speed-​freak behind us, who had been walking around the store ranting to herself about everything she saw, became irate and huffed over to the customer service counter to demand she be rung out; there were no other cashiers available. I just shook my head and laughed at the general impatience of the chemically spun.
Our son, who was already up wa-​a-​a-​a-​a-​ay past his bedtime, had grown increasingly energetic and playful, so we went outside to sit in the car and wait for my wife. This was at 9:00. At 9:15, when she still had not emerged (keep in mind, she was, still, 2^nd in line for the only line open), we walked in to see what exactly was going on. There she stood, still waiting her turn to check out while various cashiers counted out their drawers. That was it, we had to go and, besides, 20 minutes is too long to wait in line. I called over to her that we needed to go, that if they weren’t willing to open another register, we’d just get what we needed elsewhere.
I find out, on the way home, the problem was with a) the sale tags for the next day were already on the floor, b) the lady in front of my wife was demanding the .10 off each of her 15 notebooks because the sale tags were already displayed for things that weren’t *technically* on sale yet, and c) the dipshit manning the register wasn’t getting any managerial support of any kind.
Hindsight being 20/​20, all the signs were there, and my wife even tried to warn me on this one. I feel foolish, and the only thing I can do is pass along this warning and hope it helps you make your shopping decision: UNLESS YOU NEED TO SEE ‘LORD OF THE FLIES’ BEING PLAYED OUT IN A RETAIL ATMOSPHERE, STAY AWAY FROM THIS KMART!
It shouldn’t be hard for you to stay away, come to think of it; it’s way the hell out there…