I hate this Wal-Mart simply because of one particular greeter. She's a crusty, old woman who apparently hates any form of happiness. One day when my boyfriend and I were leaving, I had an item that was too big to bag, so I politely stopped before her and waited for her to acknowledge me. Figuring that the greeters get a lot of crap on day-to-day basis, I always try to be as friendly as possible to them. So I'm holding my item, smiling at her, and she turns to me and said, "What are you doing?" and I responded, "I thought... read full review »