Sign me up for a root canal rather than send me off to WallyWorld. Around here in my AO, we've got two stores in an 8 mile radius, and suffice it to say that English is a minority language in one of them, but still commonly spoken in the other.
I do my roughly once monthly female householder duty of "Going In" about once a month to the nicer(???) of the stores at about 0500 hrs on a Sunday when the waste cases from the previous night have cleared out, but the usual fat, pushy slobs with their screaming-for-candy crotch-droppings have not yet moved in. Once a month I do this, careful shopping list in hand, arranged by section of store... and I am on a get-in get-out *mission*.
nota bene: I can and do speak Argentinian and Castillian Spanish , so I have a good general notion of what the illiterate tex-mex slang speaking *ahem* undocumenteds are saying, and am not above given the undisciplined heathens a few well chosen "directives". Cold blue eyes help get the message across.
One of my best friends is now a WallyWorld manager in the pit-of-hell total all-out gang territory WallyWorld on the *other side* of the metroplex... and he gets to well-utilise his decades-ago SE Asia combat expertise to *ahem* settle matters. They usually have one to four fist- or hair-pulling (depending upon gender) incidents per day (not to mention "comrades" who "liberate" goods from "The Man"), and my friend dearly enjoys calling in the local constabulary to haul WallyWorld's "typical customers" off to the crossbar hotel