I am ashamed to say I went to Wal-Mart today.
I went there in search of an exclusive SWTOR pet, a stupid thing that would have made me happy if they had it.
When I walked in a little girl left waiting outside in a mini-van noted my Michigan State attire, I gave her the thumbs up as I wondered where her parents may have been. I should have stopped right there.
As I made my way back to the gaming section of the store I noticed the looks on people's faces...grim...unhappy...shoddily dressed or in their pajamas and a shower cap. I came across a couple in the electronics section looking for someone to help them, as was I, the item I was looking for was nowhere to be found.
A skinny adolescent in a dark blue shirt came around the corner, saw us, averted his eyes in what I can only chalk up to plausible deniability, and quickly ducked back into another aisle.
I walked quickly to the aisle hoping to catch him before he disappeared around another corner...in vain.
I walked slowly to the front of the store, I swear I glimpsed the elusive associate out of the corner of my eye three times, but sightings are unconfirmed. I sighed, gave up, and walked out to the parking lot.
Another terribly disappointing trip to this wretched big box store. As I stepped out the door, an un-crushed cigarette butt blew by my feet. The sagebrush in this new American desert...