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what i truely hate about walmart... home town stores. they get whatever is on the truck. hence the store in my town. they have everything you could possibly want but nothing you really need atm. sigh then you have to drive 20-50 miles to the super walmart to get what you need.
on the phone they tell you sure we can order that .. but when you get there you are told that because its a home town store they cant order anything just what they get on the truck.
granted certian items they always get but like that rare console game or dvd.. bah forget it. Ive tried for three years to talk them into branching out on thier pc games and getting a real gamer section. nothing yet. the same sim's games sit there collecting dust with the random cool game that is bought within an hour of it being put on the shelf. strange how a person knows this. i blame the employees holding it for thier friends.
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