I survived a very dangerous trip today — I went to Wal-Mart.
I’ve been on the hunt for half-size index cards lately, and I thought they might have them at Wal-Mart. Even though I didn’t buy anything at Wal-Mart last year, and I have the same resolution this year not to shop there, I decided this was serious enough business to give them a chance.
I didn’t get that tense when I walked through the doors, but I did have this irrational fear that I would be spotted at any moment, setting off alarms and summoning security guards to hoist me out. Fortunately, I was able to complete my mission without being identified as an anti-Wal-Mart operative, and I was both happy and sad that they did not have half-size index cards.
It really was strange being in there. Something about it looked different than the last time I went into a Wal-Mart, possibly over a year ago. It struck me as cavernous and disorienting, but above all, hideously synthetic.
i love my imac! wally-world eats mace!
Damn spammers…
hey! easy now! you know you love macs!
Yeah, macs and cheese.