So I went to Wal-Mart to get a re-recordable DVD or two, and some regular ones. As I made my way to the front, a rather elderly Wal-Martian, with Spandex pants pulled up high over her pot belly, stood staring at me, awaiting my need for her check-out prowess. I paused, saying, “I’m ready if you are.” She frowned. I noticed her eyebrows seemed unnaturally bushy. “Are you open?” I indicated her empty line, which she was posted at, like all good Wal-Martians, who wish to snag you and encourage you to pay for your selected items before leaving the … Continue reading →