Walmart Supercenter

Category:	Department Store
Address:	200 12th St SW, Forest Lake, MN 55025, USA
Phone:	+1 651-464-9740
Site:	walmart.com
Rating:	3.6
Working:	Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours Open 24 hours

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Reviews 4

Sebastian Stephenson

I have gone to Walmart every Sunday and Wednesday at 3:26 am every day for the past two years, and there hasnt been a single time that I didnt get shivved by an employee wearing a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle costume with a John F Kennedy mask, repeatedly mumbling nonsense about "bad smells, she picks me, she picks me. I drink it clean, it shakes me to sleep." but it just sounds stupid to me. Every visit to Walmart is a 100 meter dash to the dairy section so I can get some milk and another 100 meter dash to the self checkout, where I am caught by the incarnation of all of the bad things in my life and repeatedly shivved as I fumble with my milk and Discovery card. After I finally pay for my milk and Ive been drained of at least a pint of blood, I am forced to sprint back to my car in the hopes of survival, but the living nightmare that haunts my mind day in and day out shuts down the light that I park beneath and, as I struggle to open the car door, he plunges the blade into my left side and pulls my flesh to the side, as if hes trying to peek at my organs. I almost always begin to collapse at this point, but Ive learned to pour a small amount of milk onto the wound so that the agony keeps me awake so I can slam the door shut. As I drive away from Walmart, I look back and that Turtle Bodied Ex-President is gone. He seems to vanish from thin air. When I leave the parking lot, my wound is gone, too. Ive measured it, though, and its still the same amount of blood loss. The side where I get shivved the hardest in is seemingly healthy, with no bruising or scars or anything. One time, though, when I got home I opened up that side of me with a kitchen knife and a pair of forceps that I bought from Walmart, only to reveal that my organs there were blacker than the darkest voids of space, and anything I put in there disappears forever, into some sort of endless dimension of nothingness. I can reach my arm into there as far as my shoulder allows, and theres nothing there, so I just pull my arm out. Its as if that part of me doesnt exist at all, or like nothing here is real and thats the only entrance to reality, where the terrible thing has been trying to open me up this whole time so it can escape to the real world and ruin the lives of so many innocent people, as it did to me. At the end of it all, despite my mind shattering fate through this awful, hopeless cursed life I trudge through day after day, unconsciously begging for the mercy of our cruel and sadistic God, I just cant find any cheaper milk, really. Walmart just has really good prices for decent quality stuff. Five stars.

Dave S

I am guessing that the review about Kelly is written by some employee of former employee that wasnt doing his/her job and Kelly had to lay the hammer down. My own nightmare started a few days ago. I went in for tires, was told it would be an hour or so, and walked around the store. An hour and 45 minutes later, they hadnt even brought my car in yet! Had not bothered to call me on my phone or over the store PA and let me know there was a problem! There wasnt a problem, other than staff that had not gotten off their rear ends to bring my car in! I get a hold of Kelly who convinces me to come in the next day. We even set a time. Against my better judgement I agreed. I woke up knowing it was a mistake to go in, but I went anyways. At 0900 I have my car back at the Tire Center. The staff knows that I am there, why I am there, and that my car needs to get done. What happens? You guessed it. At 10:45, my car was still sitting outside! Someone elses car is up on the only lift they have! Some one who I am pretty sure wasnt there before I was! I apoligize to the other people at the store but I got pretty pissed off. I went and found Kelly and she went back and started dealing with the staff. I got my keys and went back and yelled at the staff also, again I apoligize to the staff who were back there who were not the ones to F-up, but I was lied to again!! Even if they had got my car in, that was going to be no less than five hours waiting. I wasnt going to let anyone work on my car and trust my safety and that of my family to these idiots! I did get a call from some one at the store. I tried to explain to him that he was wasting my time and I hung up as politley as I could. I did get a call from the district manager later that night, which I appreciated. I told her that I didnt want anyone fired or suspended or anything like that but there was no way I would ever feel safe having anyone at that store work on my tires. Maybe not get all the lug nuts on to get even with me? I dont understand why the store only has one bay for changing tires. I would highly discourage you from placing your trust in this stores tire staff.

Justin McCauley

Went to get my truck tuned up on the fly, my normal place was closed. Some badly dyed blue haired employees tried to tell me the battery I just had installed was bad..ok I turned it down, they were persistent and got pissy I did so. I needed one tire patched, and fuel cleaning, oh and oil change....1 month later tire flat, and oil is all over...battery is boss, no issues...these guys are just clueless. Decided to do it myself...take my advice dont go here for anything, and if the blue haired hippos are working just walk away. I have no proof but Im guessing the damage done was on purpose because I called them out, and they got mad I requested to watch the service being done. Side note..Im a veteran of the us army, the truck being worked on is my younger Brother who passed away, all of this was known because I told them why I was in, and how I just wanted to see his truck running again to make my sick mom happy... they opted to try to scam me because they thought I was clueless, and desperate. AVOID THE PLACE THEY PREY ON PEOPLE, ESPECIALLY THE TWO BADLY DYED BLUE HAIRED TEENS, THEY ARE THE WORST.

A Private User

I am a mother of two young children so I go to walmart all the time. I usually go to St. Croix Falls. However, this time I had to go to Forest Lake Walmart because they were the only store that had an orange bar stool left. First, I called to double check that they had it. The person who answered the phone didnt speak english and was difficult to work with. She sent me to the wrong department (crafts) and the lady who answered said, "This is crafts Im NOT part of furniture." And HUNG UP! Called back again, spent 30 mins asking a simple question. Then I got there. The parking lot was a mess and very small. I started searching for the things I needed. They barely had anything! When I asked for help I was given a simple "that way" response. I finally gave up and went to leave with the few items I purchased. I reached the door with my 3 year old who was very anxious to leave and they SEARCHED my stuff! Like I was some kind of thief! I showed my receipt and argued with the lady. Finally I got out of there and ran to the safety of the Saint Croix Falls Walmart.