Slice of life.
We needed some supplies so we had the bus driver stop at a Walmart on the way back to the hotel. Yes, you heard me right, a Walmart.
We picked up stuff like a sledge hammer, brooms and brushes, paint brushes, beer, etc., etc.
The place was a madhouse. It took us over 1/2 hour to get through the checkout line. The checkout clerks were clueless. There was an item we had without a UPC code and instead of looking it up they refused to sell it to us. Sam Walton must be spinning in his grave.
The next day, after a long on a hot day some of us like a cold beer for the ride back to the hotel. There is another Walmart that must have just recently opened that is much closer to the building site. The driver stopped there. It was almost vacant. The difference between the two places was to the point of being weird. If you bring a purse or bag into the Walmart it will get locked in a bag that only the checkout clerk can open. Apparently, theft is part of the Argentinian culture.
I won’t post a picture of the Walmart because they look exactly the same as the ones in the USA.