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The Walmart People

5 Pages 1185 Words November 2014

Walmart is known for their extremely interesting customers that come through. Not only does Walmart live up to this stigma all over the country, but especially in the heart of Deland, Florida. Here in good ol' Deland you will find see all types of people from the sweet, old, wrinkly, white-haired couples riding around in their automatic four-wheeled grocery carts, to the typical college students aimlessly walking around in their pajamas that have become socially acceptable to them at this point in their lives (you can typically find these students in the ramen noodles or cereal section), to the redneck family who you can hear from the other end of the store since they are usually yelling at each other, to the grungy, creepy, long-haired dudes who you always think are following you.
When I visited Walmart today, I noticed many things I would have never picked up on if I weren't paying attention to the details. I noticed they keep all the awkward aisles in the back where you can grab the items and run before anyone sees you. These awkward aisles were my favorite aisles to walk through today because this time it wasn't me picking up tampons or condoms, it was the customers, and I got to investigate the uncomfortable situations. First, I decided to roam around the feminine sections and it was normal at first. There was a younger African American female dressed comfortably in blue and gray sweats with her hair up in a ponytail and carried a purse that looked like it could have fit half the store in it. She proceeded to search for some tampons, but looked both ways before grabbing a box and then gave me a cold look when she caught me staring at her. She took about two minutes to pick out which box she wanted, a very indecisive young woman. This really made me think why us women get offended by having to buy tampons or feel insecure about it. It's obviously part of a woman's life that every woman has to deal with, so why do we feel ashamed? ...

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