Wait. Before the pitchforks and lobotomy scalpels are brandished let me explain.
No, Walmart is not an optimal customer experience. They’re consistently understaffed and the employees you do encounter aren’t the most friendly or informed. My wife prefers Target 1 Million X more than the Big Blue American counterpart.
I’ve heard many complain (especially on Facebook) that Walmart brings the worst out in people.
And I submit to you: That is why it is awesome.
Why I Like Wal-Mart
At WalMart people feel free to be their quirky selves. Almost no one on their way to WalMart says, “Wait, I forgot to brush my teeth!” or “Dang, I forgot to wear underwear again!” or “Whoops, I’m not wearing shoes!” It’s Wal-Mart, doesn’t matter. I may be twisted but I appreciate people who are a little publicly disheveled, unmoved by the status quo, who are swimming upstream with a fanny pack and jean shorts.
If I had the cojones to wear a fanny pack and jean shorts in public that would mean a hundred other things are probably right in my life: Namely, the sway of public opinion would have lost its kung fu action death grip on my ego.
That girl’s wearing her bear claw slippers.
That dude has a pet parrot on his arm.
That mom is breastfeeding her four-year old.
I’m not saying I want to be sloppy. Or weird for the sake of being weird. But I do want, desperately, to not be enslaved by other’s opinions of me.
This may sound like news to those who know me personally. Many have said to me, as a semi-compliment, “You just don’t care what people think do you?” And the easy answer is,
To appear “Not caring” is just another way to wear a proud badge before people, which is a disingenuous way to say I care what people think.
I go to WalMart to see my social heroes. My constituents. The regular folk who don’t have it together (like me). Peeps whose lives aren’t dictated by the whims of social media culture or fashion.
It reminds me how God uses the unrefined things of the world to shame the refined (1 Cor 1:26-27). It reminds me how much I still need grace no matter how self-assured the outward facade looks.
Mostly it reminds me of this:
The only opinion in all the world(s) is His: and in Christ He calls me a chosen dearly beloved Son (Gal 4:6)
Oh, and I go there for the incredibly low prices too.
What do you love/hate about places like WalMart?