Have you ever decided to start a juggling routine with knives and no prior juggling experience only to find yourself waking up in a hospital bed after traumatizing a room full of children at your cousins birthday, with a nurse named Barbara leaning over you who couldn't care less if you lived or died? Well, that's how this Walmart makes me feel. Stupid. I feel stupid for trusting these people to be able to figure out how to pull up an online order for tires. Yes, I ordered tires for my car online, and scheduled a subsequent appointment to have them put on to my car, which I thought was a simple request. I would expect them to mess up this bad on an online order if it were the day after the internet was available to the public at large. Not so much in 2021. I can get WiFi on a plane. What's your excuse Walmart?
Anyway, let's get to it. I ordered tires online at roughly 10 in the morning, scheduled a 2pm appointment to pick them up and have them put on the car. Apparently, between the hours of 10am and 2pm, every person at the Walmart able to use a computer for anything other than playing Tetris must've died, because by 1:45pm, I received an email saying "Whoops! We forgot to tell you at 10am when you ordered the tires that we don't really wanna do it today, because money means nothing to us, so we're gonna have to cancel your appointment. You know, the appointment you'd scheduled that we'd agreed upon? Yah, we are no longer going to do that. But guess what! You can click this link to reschedule as you're driving up to get your tires put on. Oh, the link? Yah that's not gonna go anywhere, Byyyeee!"
Upon arrival, the kid with the IPad, who looked like he was late for his t-ball practice had no idea what was going on. He asked seven other people who also did not know what was going on, or even that the IPad was hooked up to WiFi. He then quoted me for a price to get the tires installed (after a twenty minute conversation about how I'd already paid for the chunks of rubber), and the price was roughly 60% more than I'd originally been quoted online, and the price that was quoted when I showed up.
If I'd have known that the return line would've been another thirty minutes on top of the two hours I'd already been there, I would've set fire to my car in the parking lot with myself in it in protest.
Don't do it. Just don't. These people don't think of money as a reward, and therefore, I don't know how to deal with them. Don't do it. read more