There are two entrances to this a Walmart, one in on the right side of the store, and one is on the left. When you walk in the automatic doors you are greeted by a burst of air and usually a not so cheery worker. The whole department store is the size of a warehouse and lit up like a hospital (but nowhere near as clean). On the left hand side of the store is all the produce, in the front are the fresh goods. Next, are the frozen goods, followed by the canned and boxed foods. On the right hand of the store is, well, everything else. This side ranges from clothes, to hunting equipment, diapers for babies.

The customers at Walmart are…. interesting.  Sometimes you have your average shopper who is there only because it is the best option. He usually has a sense of shame for being in a store that is associated with such riff raff, or he is passing judgment onto the people causing the riff raff. Then you have your red necks, the ones who used to hang out in the parking lots of Walmart during their teenage years comparing their jacked up trucks, these are usually the ones causing a ruckus. I spoke with a man named John on my trip to Walmart. John was one of your average shoppers. He enjoys Walmart because of the low prices, and says that the people watching is usually incredible. John is not wrong in the least bit.

All of the objects within Walmart, with the exception of the customers, are there for the same reason to make money. The employees want a paycheck. The produce is there for the purpose of being sold. The store itself just serves as a means for Sam Walton to add onto his already massive family fortune. The customers are just there to help the Walton family advance their financial status by buying groceries and anything else they may need.