Since we’ve been discussing Wal-Mart lately, I thought I would share with you an e-mail I received from my wife, Cheryl, this morning about her frequent experiences there:
“Wesley (our soon-to-be three-year-old) has a birthday party tomorrow so I need to go get stuff at Wal-Mart. I am gonna get him a G.I. Joe. Wal-Mart puts me into full panic attack sometimes: All the blue coats start coming after me with fangs and the shelves close in on me, then the floor opens up and all the STUFF goes down with me!!! At times, I keep running and running and I just can’t get out of WAL-MART! When I scream a huge gust of wind starts blowing millions of those little yellow smily-faced stickers at me so I can never escape!! I stab it with my steely knife, but I just can’t kill the beast. I can check out any time I like…but I can NEVER LEAVE!!! (Don Henley, All Rights Reserved)”
