This video makes me want to destroy my computer and all aspects of civilization that have got us to this point. The very core of my being cries out in despair upon watching this cursed experience. It was all a mistake, and it all needs to burn.

  • discountsocialism [none/use name]
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    3 years ago

    So I drive to walmart in my gas guzzling car and drop it off to the service center to get an oil change. Their dot matrix printer spits off a receipt. I'm glad I can drop it off there since the parking lot is packed. I walk around the outside of the building to go inside but their doors are locked. I walk over to the public use VR headsets, lined up like a row of electric charging stations in a bus stop shelter. I briefly wait in line until the attendant directs me to an open VR station. I step around the "motion sickness" trashcan and strap on a heavy and sweaty VR headset. I start the walmart shopping experience, which is all on rails, waiting until I get to bread isle so I can grab a loaf since you have a lot of sandwich meat at home and no bread. All the isles are devoid of people, except for Jan who periodically interrupts to give you and advertisement or try to upsell you when you pick up a product. When my chance finally comes, I reach out for a loaf of honey wheat bread but VR physics flings it across the room, making all the other breads explode in every direction. I'm being pulled out of the bread isle by Jan, the helpful assistant, as I desperately turn around and try to reach for any loaf of bread I can get. The back button showing a message that the action is not available at this time. I accidentally graze a real life person in the VR kiosk next to me while flailing, I quietly apologize, they don't respond. I manage to grab a pack of english muffins. Close enough. I end my shopping experience early, pay with Walmart Pay as an animated drone flys out my muffins. I take off the VR headset and slide my walmart pay credit card in the station and a receipt prints. I get a notice on my phone that my order has been posted and I'm waiting for someone to accept it. Since it is a low value item, I wait until someone is only a few blocks away to accept it. I see a man pull up, get out of his car, walk over to the walmart entrance and slide a card to get inside. After a few minutes he comes out with a half smashed container of 4 raisin muffins and hands it to me. He tells me they were out of english muffins. I tip him 40% and leave to pick up my car.