In which KMart continues to flush itself down the toilet of my esteem

Dear KMart:

It's not bad enough that your store is understaffed, crowded and dirty and that half your merchandise doesn't have a price on/near it. And that your "sale" price on the coffee I like was still more expensive than the non-sale price at another store.

Actually, that was bad enough.

But.

Saturday was a perfect kite-flying day, and you had no kites. None. Not even ugly, cheap ones with weird animé characters, as Wal-Mart did.

And then.

We found the hoola hoops. (joy!) We tried them out.

Until ...

Up-tight, perfectly-trimmed-goatee-sporting manager guy came over, broomstick firmly shoved up his ... well, anyway.

Apparently, we would "give kids ideas." (GASP!) He'd just had "at least a dozen 8-year-olds the other day" who wreaked hoola-hooping havoc in your store after they "got ideas" from the audacious college students who'd been whooping it up, and "it was a mess to clean up."

Really? You don't want kids to play with the toys in the toy aisle? You think the world is going to hell in a handbasket because 8-year-olds are trying to keep plastic hoops swinging around? Yeah. I can totally see the demise of society there.

The Grinch is seasonless and walks around your store, basking in his own self-importance.

I've had enough. I don't think I'll be back.