Ah yes, Christmas in middle class middle America where "All roads lead to Walmart". Just when you thought that you had somehow managed to make it through the year without putting a bullet in your skull, you walk into Wally World and wonder why you didn't just go ahead and shoot yourself that morning.
The moment you walk into a Walmart at Christmas is kind of like running through a Circus ring when the elephant act is in full swing.... just plain scarey and dangerous.
The adventure starts as you grab your cart (the one with the bad wheel) and push into the mayhem. As soon as you make that first turn and look at all of the faces that you have not seen at any other time of the year, you know that it has now boiled down to an excercise in survival.
The faces are scarey. Many have the look of a virgin boy let lose in a whore house, you know...mouths gaping open, glazed eyes and a little drool at the side of their mouth. Some have the expression on their face like they may have suddenly been plucked up from their home planet (one that you would not want to visit) and suddenly dropped off into ours.
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