I refuse to shop at what I call Walfart.
I loved them when they first came to the ends of town.
There was that one in the south and one in the way north eventually. I had no car so I could only shop at one if friends were driving me.
My visits being so far and few between I called it the $100 store because that is usually what I would spend.
I did not mind when they added a few more stores. When they started popping up everywhere it started to feel unsettling.
Perhaps instinctively I worried about other smaller or more specialty businesses.
Information on the fringe and online were right there to confirm more than my initial suspicions.
I read a book called Nickled and Dimed which was more about the plight of poor America in general than Walfart in particular but oh do not say unionize while you work there.
The author of the book did that and the next thing she knew the corporate jet landed and the big wigs were afoot stamping out the worker fire of self-respect and value. That did not sit well with me.
There is also the anti movie.
With all this negative chatter I just could not justify giving my meager dollars to a mega store that was devouring a nation.
Lower prices took over from the idea of quality and service.
How did this happen America?