I've never been a fan of Walmart. I get claustrophobic and grossed out every time I am there. In fact I've been waiting for that one final straw to give me the shove I needed to cut my ties with the place. But they have a nifty one-hour photo feature on their web site that allows you to upload your digital photos, submit them to your local store and pick them up in an hour. That was the only reason I would ever venture to the monstrosity that is our Super Walmart.
Well folks. It has happened. They have given me reason to kiss that convenience good-bye. A very-not-nice woman at the photo counter informed me - after I waited an hour and then drove 20 minutes across the city to pick up my photos - that she absolutely could not sell me the photos I had printed because "they were professionally done." WHAT?!?! I TOOK THE PICTURES!! What kind of professional lets an outlet or base boards interupt a shot? Where in a professional studio do you find carpet and molding as a backdrop?? I tried asking her, but she would have none of it. She glared at me and said, "Studios have floors too." HUH?!?!
The only way I could purchase MY OWN PHOTOS was to drive 20 minutes back home, get my camera and memory card with the pictures on it, drive 20 minutes back to Walmart and prove to the woman who wasn't liking her life that I took the photos.
As Phil, Patrick, Maria and I walked up to the counter to win the battle, the woman looked up to shoot me a glare and said to her colleague, "That's the one I told you about..."
And that, my friends, was the last straw.
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