Where's my sticker?

Walmart...

this is the kinda shit I expect to see when I cross the threshold...

I pretty much grew up in a walmart. My mom's worked there as long as I can remember and more often than not she wouldn't have someone to watch me, and my dad worked a lot of nights, so i'd hang out... at walmart... They used to have this awesome restaurant who's name I cant remember that had banging curly fries. I'd waste time and money in the arcade. I'd wander the aisles and was able to help people find pretty much anything they were looking for. So yeah, I became accustomed to the idiots who shopped there in barely any clothing. 

Needless to say, now I absolutely hate walmart. I'd rather not shop there... at all, but sometimes they're the cheapest and most convenient place to go, especially during a national holiday and they're the only store open and you absolutely need a gallon of milk or something... you know. 

However, there is a walmart that I never mind going into. It's about a twenty minute drive from my house but it's probably the calmest, cleanest walmart I have ever been in. I ventured there yesterday and I walked in and didn't immediately get a migraine from the lights or get knocked over by hillbillies in electric scooter carts. A woman accidentally bumped into me and apologized... profusely. I was shocked. I was there a few months ago and a guy with a deep southern accent let me in front of him in line... people are... friendly. And yeah, there may have been a few people wandering in pajamas but i'm not expecting miracles over night for all of humanity...

So I introduce...

The classiest walmart... at least in this area.