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A Christmas Present For My Noggin
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Yesterday I went to Wal-Mart. I’m not proud to say that but Wal-Mart is the only grocery store in this little podunk town in which I live. I’d rather not give what little money I have left to the richest family in the entire world but I was out of eggs, almost out of lemons and completely out of fresh organic parsley. What else was I supposed to do?
As everyone knows, Wal-Marts carry a lot more than just food — especially the big super Wal-Marts like the one in my backwater burg. But unlike so many of the shoppers there, I was not doing any Christmas shopping. I’ve already gotten gifts for the two GrandGirls. My Christmas shopping was almost completely done. I only intended to get the things on my budget-conscious shopping list and then get the hell out of there as quickly as I could.
(By the way, my shopping lists are hand-written on the back of a 3 by 5 index card. How low-tech is that?)
So there I was pushing my shopping cart through Wal-Freaking-Mart towards the grocery side of the store. Lo and behold, I suddenly and mysteriously found myself going down the bedding aisle. That’s right, the bedding aisle!
Looking back and forth at the shelves lining this aisle I realized that I had never been down this aisle before in…
