I'm a fan of Wal-Mart. The prices are nice, you can find a bunch of stuff you may need in one place, and there's always some entertainment that can be found in fellow shoppers.
I was pleasantly surprised, on my and husband's most recent trip to the Brook Road Wal-Mart, to find the bathroom renovated. My first clue to the make-over of the ladies room was when I first stepped in. While preparing myself to breathe as little as possible (remembering the unpleasant odor that lingers in any bathroom in any Wal-Mart) I realized I could breathe normally with no threat of gagging. Then I noticed the new sinks, stall doors, and tile. Wow, way to go Wal-Mart.
As I was giving props to the super-center, I prepared to leave the restroom by washing my hands. But alas, the pleasant experience of a newly done restroom came to a screeching halt when I discovered the absence of any soap. Not even a drop...in any container.
Come on! Do you realize how many hands touch those carts and door handles and stall knobs??? A sick kid who just picked her nose, the uncouth guy who just scratched his bottom, a mother who just used her own spit to wipe something off her kid's face. Ugh.
While I appreciate the cosmetic work, I'd much rather deal with the nasty smell and other yuckiness if I could just get some soap.