As a kid spending the summers in the mojave desert with my gigi and papa I thought K-Mart was a magical wonderland, but now the only thing K-Mart's got going for it is Martha Stewart, the hot pink fry pans and the fact that you get the whole place to yourself.
First off, have you seen their parking stalls? They're not kidding when they say compact. They might as well say if-you're-driving-a-golf-cart-or-a-VW-Bug-PARK-HERE! NO HERE! OR OVER HERE!
But here are the final nails in my K-Mart coffin:
They're still selling M&M's from Valentines Day!
They don't carry Neutragena sunscreen! I know you're saying "sunscreen is sunscreen." But in Hawaii sunscreen is a staple, like spam and rice and seaweed wraps, and it matters! Give me Neutragena or give me death!
No more blue light specials.
Took me 10 years to find the aisle of mis-fit toys and by the time I finally got my hands on the under-privileged, over-priced Connect Four I was frothing at the mouth.
I dropped $96 on a bag of junk toys, a few hair clips and a hot pink fry pan.
(Oh, and a 1000 piece Thomas Kincade puzzle, because Thomas Kincade fills a hole in my soul with his cozy half-lit cottages, and because my in-laws are coming to stay with us for 62 day (1,488 hours to be exact) and puzzles are the one thing I'm better at than my mother-in-law. After she destroys me at double solitaire I look her square in the eye and say, "oh yeah, lady, well let's take it to the puzzle table," where I make her cry like a little girl until my father-in-law shakes his head at me.)
But back to K-Mart. I'm not complaining about dropping the $96 bucks because, like I tell my husband, I'm doing my best to get this economy stimulated, but there really is only one great thing about K-Mart . . . It's situated right between Jamba Juice and Old Navy.
(Or is that 2 great things?)
But P.S. speaking of Old Navy . . .
What's uh, the dealio with these shoes?