I had to go to Wal-Mart recently. Bad times. Pretty sure shopping there is akin to some kind of prostitution. By the time I made it to check-out, I was half conscious with glazed-over eyes while standing in the lane, 9 carts deep (as were all available lanes), for almost 30 minutes. And, I saw an actual prostitute. In the store. Really.
Later, the incessant mind-numbing "beep. beep beep. beep." of those dreadful scanners resonated through my brain. Over and over and over. As if I weren't nuts already...
4 comments:
Ha Ha Ha. Try going to Wal Mart in Florida or AZ it really is Mexico.
The great and spacious building...I love that. It's perfect. It fits.
HATE Walmart.
I'm sooo sorry. I know so many who love that store, but I do anything and everything to avoid the experience. I'm glad you survived.
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