Walmart Shopper

Why do I expect the best from

those unfortunate souls who work

for Walmart, or abusive employers

allied with them to keep pay way below

what it takes to eat.


I go there for an oil change only to

have threads on my oil pan stripped

away by an employee who doesn’t care,


all he has to lose is minimum wage.


I listen to those selling phones and am told,

“Call Straight-Talk. They’ll hook you up with

a cheap phone service at low cost.” I call and

to where it goes, I’ll never know,


but the people there speak English in a way I’ve

never heard before. I should’ve known better than

to participate in conversations with people who are

demeaned and probably work all day


for less than what I pay for a cup of coffee or tea.

By being cheap I’m contributing to the self serving

behavior exhibited by the rich. So I get what I deserve

for patronizing companies that benefit from people

who are almost slaves.


Walmart-open today-Closed tomorrow, I hope.

About The Author

DiBuduo is also the author of "Crime A Day," a nonfiction book, "A Penis Manologue: One Man's Response to the Vagina Monologues," and two volumes of his signature "flash-fiction poetry," as well as several collections of short stories. His short fiction and poetry also appear in anthologies, online journals, and recently, in Weekend Reads, a collection appropriately subtitled "Twisted Stories, Twisted Mind!" He has completed two paranormal novels, "Cryonic Man" and The Mountain Will Cover You.” and the soon to be released novel, “The Chicagoua Café,” and also a collaborative collection of connected fantasy stories with author Kate Robinson. Read more about DiBuduo and his interests at

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