Walmart Neighborhood Market

I haven’t been to many Walmarts. Pretty much this one and the one in Nogales sum up my knowledge of how these places are normally run. No, wait, I went to the one at El Con this last semester for a tri-​fold board. It’s not a place I frequent. But, they do have a good price on the dog food the vet recommended my dog eat, so I normally just come here to save a few bucks on dog food once or twice a month.
However, on occasion, I will realize while I’m there that I’m out of _​_​or _​_​, and pick up whatever it is as well. I don’t think I have ever been asked if I needed help while I was there. This store just seems sort of yicky and mismanaged, and, in typical Walmart fashion, there will be one register open per 10 people in line to check out. I’m not expecting much here in the way of service, exactly, but it has become a little disappointing.
My main reason for disliking this particular Walmart is the produce. I decided today, while I was in for dog food, that instead of going to Safeway tomorrow, I would just get my shopping done in one foul swoop. Today I found a whole lot of produce that had gone really, really bad, to the point that the lettuce had turned into the horrible brown chunky water (I’m sure everyone knows what I mean… who hasn’t thrown a bag of lettuce into the back of their fridge and forgotten about it?). I picked through different lettuces, kales, spinachs, and spring mixes for a few minutes before I found one box of spring mix that hadn’t gone bad. I also wanted a bag of broccoli/​cauliflower, but every single one of them was browning. Not very appetizing.
They have self check-​out, which is what we normally go through and so we did tonight. The check out asked me to weigh my laundry soap (which is really weird), and then freaked out and wouldn’t let me continue, all the while chanting «assistance is on it’s way!» Well, I looked over and found assistance checking out her friends. I know they were her friends because she was chatting away and hugged them when they left. I was standing there for about three minutes (which is 2 hours and 25 minutes in «standing in line waiting for someone» years), and finally someone from the front of the store came and helped me, staring daggers at the woman who was supposed to be helping us.
I know I will be back. This is close enough to my house that the gas I use doesn’t outweigh the amount of money I get off the dog food by buying it here. I learned my lesson tonight, though, and will stick with Safeway when it comes to my actual shopping.