[DAnconia55]

Personally, I loathe going to Wal-Mart, because there are only two types of customers- incredibly wealthy yuppie women yacking on cell phones to their Oprah book club friends and who drive Lexus landcruisers, often with Howard Dean stickers on them. The other kind is dirty, shoeless children running around, sometimes with the woman who spawned them overseeing her brood, sometimes not. Additionally, one has to confront their own mortality, in the form of the greeter at the front, who is always, always, the eldest employee at the store (someone could file an age-discrimination lawsuit over that). Add to that the sanctimonious hiding of Cosmo and its million "Women's Magazine" clones, and you have one of my visions of personal hell.

You left out the old people standing in the middle of the aisles blocking traffic and drooling all over the merchandise.

[TheAngryClam]

I'm fortunate. There's a Sun City retirement community on the other side of town, and a Wal-Mart near it.

That means the old people go to that one, leaving my Wal-Mart full of the over-wealthy second wives of lawyers and the former featured guests of daytime talk shows.