We dared enter Walmart last Saturday night. I felt SO bad for the stockers. Many of them are probably hires off of the street and people walking up to them... where are canned tomatoes... when will you stock that box...
Deer in the headlights.
Have you ever been to a Waddlemart after midnight? I swear there are aliens and zombies there then. Looks like something out of M.I.B. I kept thinking I’d hear someone say “I’ll need a snack. It’s going to be a long trip.”