I recently had an unexpected extension of what was supposed to be a day trip to the South Puget Sound area. Since I didn’t pack an overnight bag, I had to improvise a change of clothes and acquire some basic toiletries. Since I was tired, dirty and hungry, I took the path of least resistance - the local SuperMall Wal-Mart.
Oh, brother. Here’s what I saw in my brief sojourn there:
• Very, very strange-looking people, with odd expressions on their faces. Hard to describe. Rather like Mr. Bean.
• People wearing clothing styles like Mad Max meets Tommy Hilfiger on the set of Les Miserables.
• Three guys running around the t-shirt, socks and underwear section speaking in guttural, animal-like sounds that resembled no language I’ve ever heard.
• Items from racks just strewn on the floor – no attempt made to pick up anything and put it back. It was as if someone took something off a rack, looked at it ,then tossed it on the floor because it no longer interested them. Pigs.
Wal-Mart: a kink in the fabric of reality.
We avoid the place now after we heard that one of Sam’s kids gave mucho dinero to the king’s campaign. Sam be spinnin’. I think anyway.