There are 3 zones known to mankind: real life, The Twilight Zone, and Wal-Mart. Admit it. You shop there too. The way I see it, it is cheap entertainment. Take my visit just yesterday. I had only 3 things on my list–a return, baby food, and underwear:
- Return: Standing in line, I witnessed a disheveled woman dumping several containers of coins into the counting machine (with 8% fee!) and another scroungy looking guy trying to cash a government check that was post-dated to the next day (he was turned away). Haven’t these people heard of banks?!? CRIPES!
- Baby Food: I went to grab one of those hand-held shopping baskets for people who want to look like Little Red Riding Hood. It was wet, but it wasn’t raining out. So, I opted for the dry, dirty basket. Dirt trumps mysterious fluid.
- Underwear: 5 pairs for $9.96? Who is the poor guy in Colombia who had to make these for 4 cents an hour? Whoever he is, thank you. Anyway, I noticed several opened packages with the balled up underwear stuffed back into them. Yeah, like I want those!
A quick farewell to the toothless greeter, and I stepped back into the real world. Back another day!