Friday, February 11, 2011


I like Wal-Mart.

But Wal-Mart is the only place I know of where people get to be Dear Stupid Provo Driver and Dear Stupid Provo Pedestrian at the same time.

There are no sidewalks leading up to Wal-Mart. You either have to climb up a steep grassy/snowy hill (from the 831), or clamber down a muddy one (from the 811, 830, or 862, since they only stop at UVU). Once you get up or down the hill, you are faced with the Wal-Mart parking lot, which is a fascinating case study in self-centeredness. One moment a person will be honking at the stupid person who just had to cross in front of them when they're trying to park; the next they will be throwing their hands up in disbelief as ANOTHER car doesn't stop for them so they can cross the parking lot into the store. Nobody seems to remember that they were just in a car, or that they were just walking across the parking lot.

Good thing I'm above all that. 


  1. Big fat like!

    So true! It drives me nuts. We always park in that little side parking lot when we go to the Wal-Mart in Orem for that very reason. Actually, that Wal-Mart ticks me off so bad (for other reasons non-parking lot related) that we actually go to the one in Springville 99% of the time now because it's just as close to our house & a whole lot cleaner. And it doesn't have shoeless, unwashed students clogging up the aisles.

  2. Ha! I may have gone to Wal-Mart unwashed, but never shoeless.