I’m goin’ vampire huntin’
I go to Walmart. I admit it. It takes forever to get checked out. The place suffers from massive inefficiency and near-chaos. They’re always out of stock of exactly what I came to buy. And of course, they’re evil. But this is offset by the fact it takes longer to get anywhere else, and I find the human drama that goes on there interesting. I try to infect checkers with smiles, and I push my cart back inside so the workers can continue to slack off on Wally’s dime. (What little they actually get of it.)
Today, I bought a weapon:

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