Saturday I broke my long-standing rule of not to go shopping on the weekend. I do all my shopping during the week, but this week, due to weather and my youngest daughter's singing performance, I was forced to go to Walmart Saturday. Oh, the horror of it all!
Ever since watching a documentary about the Walton family I have been loathe to shop at this particular big box store. In the documentary Sam Walton's family was revealed (or portrayed) to be greedy and tight-fisted, one example being the $10,000 they gave to charity one year. Yeah, 10k from a corporation that makes billions. Whatever.
But anyway-- so there I was, in the Walmart. Immediately my daughter melted into the crowd to find her singing group, leaving her father and me to fend for ourselves.
I'm not sure if it's merely the holiday season or the way people act every Saturday, but I was suddenly surrounded by zombies.
Women pushed carts, heads swiveling, eyes darting here and there but never on the aisle where their slow coasting and dithering generalled caused a bottleneck. Men were just as bad, blithely ignoring those unfortunate enough to fall in their path, refusing to meet eyes or smiles. After waiting for an older lady to decide if she wanted to peruse the $5 DVDs or head for the photo lab, I finally made it past the toy section, which in retrospect wasn't a smart direction to go on my way to the food.
The food section was crazy, but contained fewer zombies. Evidently the quest for that perfect toy kills more brain cells than the search for the perfect Christmas cookie. At any rate, let's just say that I managed to escape the stuff mart zombies, but not before leaving most of my money there.
What is it about Walmart that turns everyday, normal people into slavering, sale-crazy zombies at Christmas?
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OK, I admit it, I made that one up. :)
MERRY CHRISTMAS, WS R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The only Walmart I've been in was in Mexico a few years back. I saw it from the bus I was on. I'd been so curious i had to go in. It just seemed like a Costco to me. Nothing struck me as particularly "eeville" about it. I bought a shirt there. A Mexican looking pattern on it. Turned out to be made in Guatemala. Ha ha.
I wished for a clser Walmart when AC/DC gave them an exclusive. If there'd been one handy I'd have gone there. Yes, even if they were clubbing baby seals to death in the back.
But getting back to zombies. I think they are an inevitable next step in the human experience. Gentically modded food, cell towers, nanotech, prescription drugs entering the water supply. How can zombies NOT happen?