Walmart Supercenter

I will have to agree with Monique W and her review. I used to love heading to Walmart over other stores when I resided in Tampa, but this Lakeland Walmart is horrendous! I cringe everytime I think of going. The only reason my wife and I came back was due to a gift card provided to us by my Mother in law. I shall regift the card next time.
The parking alone is a nightmare. We got stuck behind a cart gathering employee for over 5 minutes without urgency, a comment, or apology. The machine kept turning off and he turned around to put it back on and never looked at us.
The cashiers I have encountered truly tested my patience with their comments and bad attitudes. The cashier spoke to my wife with an aggressive tone and treated her like an idiot. I held my tongue out of respect. I won’t go on anymore about the horrible experience, just know we intend to never come back for the multitude of negative factors that came together on each visit.

I always feel awkward getting ready for Walmart trips. Should I shower? Is that too much effort? Should I actually get dressed out of pajamas, or will I be over dressed? If it was tar-​get, I know what norm is.
Parking is like some sort of circus with firey hoops to jump through and hoping some big truck won’t run you over like an elephant stepping on a cockroach. Walking through the parking lot is a similar experience with all the people rushing for their beloved reserved parking spots at the front.
Finally inside, ahh, breath of fresh air… until BEEP BEEP «Watch out please» The security guard said as she almost ran me over in one of those electric carts as someone in a blue vest pushed her in to the cart bay. What in the world? Can I go home now? This is when I decided, to pull out the list and make a mad dash. It seems everyone walks the speed of turtle inside of Wal-​mart and they think it’s a no passing zone! They also love to push their carts down the middle of the aisle so I can’t get past them when I’m trying to find my soap. I need a drink… but that’s whole other «store» separated from regular Wal-​mart.
On a mission to find some shelving for storage, I take a step back to view my options and a young child about the age of 9, taps her mom’s cart into my knee and with a loud tone says «EXCUSE ME»…as if I was in her way. Yes allow me to scoot myself in further, so you don’t have to put your cart 2 inches to the left while walking down this main aisle. By this point I take Jeff Dunham’s puppet’s advice «Welcome to Walmart, get you bleep, and get out»
I do.