My most favorite place

Its raining and cold, go figure there is not a parking spot close enough to stay dry prior to my entry, into my most favorite place on earth. I enter its cold, florescent lighting with what appear to be skylights guide me through this maze. The floor is unkempt, things seem to be out of place scattered everywhere. Everything is cheap which to some is ideal although what does cheap really mean? Someone most be getting screwed otherwise it wouldn’t be so easy to fill your cart for under a hundred dollars.
As I try to navigate my way through I end up forgetting why I came here and really just want to leave. No matter what I need its impossible to get it all in the same aisle, one thing here the other all the way across the store. Once I get my low priced goods I decide to attempt to check out.
Walking the entire store to the front I notice around twenty check out lanes, although only four are open, how convenient. I opt for the twenty items or less lane, thinking it must be the fastest. Wrong again, as I finally checkout I am so annoyed that I almost run out the door. Wait, its still raining so I really do run out the door to my car parked far away.
It’s the American dream, the one stop shop, who cares the cost on humanity or the environment? Its cheap, it’s easy and made from outsourced labor, interestingly enough no one cares they still shop here. On occasion I do stop, usually avoiding the place like the plague, only going in dire circumstances do I dare enter and always ten items or less.