Walmart Supercenter

Because everybody else gave it 1 star. It’s Wal Mart. Great for people watching and great place to get low priced sunscreen on the 4^th of July. I saw 3 different crazy tattoos on 3 diff ladies inside of 40 seconds.

Never customer centric. Now I know what you are thinking… it’s Walmart… I know. but typically at a retail store you get to pick 2 of these three: price, quality & service. Occasionally you will get a good price, but the service and quality are just awful. Go a little further. spend a little more and hit Martin’s or Meijer.

For starters, I hate Walmart and will not do any business with them except if they’re the only place that carries the item I want.
With that said, when I was a kid I enjoyed going to this Walmart. But over the past decade (maybe more) it has really gone down hill. The corporation as a whole is greedy, and that greed reflects the customer service. I never worked at a Walmart (and would rather be homeless than work there), and I know it’s a very hectic environment, especially with the crazy customers. But if you go in there expecting to be taken care of with top of the class customer service, then man you are going to be disappointed.
The guys that work in the electronic department are usually not the most helpful. In fact, some of them are very reluctant and won’t even look toward your direction just to avoid you. One man, who I will only say he is a tall, slightly heavier set man, was acting just like this when I had interest in a camera and he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about and he didn’t know until I showed him what I was wanting. He did not seem at all interested in helping out, but he did.
Another time before that was I wanted to see if there was a new product in the electronics department, but the only guy that the associates pointed me out to was someone who was helping a customer with problems with her smartphone. So I waited behind the customer and a couple was waiting as well (seemed like they were trying to get ahead of me, but who knows). He should have noticed us, and he probably did, but he just continued being on the phone while sorting the customer’s problem. He didn’t even put the call on hold to ask other associates to see if they could assist us. So after someone between 5 and 10 minutes, I have up, saying out loud «this is why I don’t shop here». Then I told an associate close by that there was people that needed help and the guy there was busy with another customer and she said that he was the only one that could help… Unfreakinbelievable… I’m sorry, but that is unacceptable, even if there are no other people that work in that department, you can at least see and try it you can help. Truly, this was the most disappointing visit I had.
One more issue I have… Don’t believe even you see in the grocery isle, especially with a variety of foods like bread. If you see one item that is in bulk that’s supposidly cheaper than what’s next to it, take a picture of it with your phone so you can show them where you got it if the price is more expensive than it is. My mom and I did this and it made me mad. It wasn’t worth going back in though because there are sooooo many people. So many in fact that it’s packed from the registers to where the clothes isle was at. It’s almost always packed and people are always get in the way and vice versa. People there are just mean at times.
Bottom line: make Walmart the absolute last place for what you’re looking. Try all other places, even online if you can. The only thing that Walmart has going for them is their credit card… But that’s not saying much. Just avoid Walmart like the plague… At the very least this Walmart.
I hope this review helps :)

Ghetto! That sums it up I think!

I hate Wal-​Mart as it is, but this particular Wal-​Mart really chaps my booty.
I was headed to my middle sister’s house and planned to stop by her favorite florist to pick up an arrangement, as I do every year. Unfortunately, the florist had decided to move and was no longer on the way to her house (something I only learned when I stopped into the old location — *sigh*). My oldest sister assured me there would be a market on the way where I could get what I needed so we sallied forth.
The ONLY place to get flowers between the now-​defunct flower shop and my sister’s house turned out to be Wal-​Mart. And their flower selection is CRAP. Half-​dead flowers, daisies dyed hideous colors that nature would never create, and even worse, not a single arrangement in a vase. I took the least offensive and most lively bunch I could find, which isn’t saying much, and picked out a small blue glass vase.
Against all hope, I asked the dull-​looking woman manning the cash register whether there was a nearby florist and it took her three slow tries to say, «Um, I don’t know…» «Well, now, let me think…» «Hmmm, I don’t think so…» while I was telling her to go ahead and forget it, since I was in a hurry and I figured the flowers might actually die before she rang me up.
Plus, the stupid fake purple daisies stained my fingers when I was putting them in the vase! Bah! Wal-​Mart, you suck!