Of Wal-Mart and Psychology Books
Sam decided to go purchase a book on the subject.
Two hours and five stores later, Sam was in a state of advanced distress. He had checked every store in the Shire with any kind of book, had found books on every other psychology problem or disorder but Frodo's...and didn't know what to do.
You haven't tried EVERY store, Sam's evil side whispered in his ear. There's still...Wal-Mart.
But Wal-Mart is EVIL! thought the essence of Sam.
Do you want to help Mr. Frodo or not?
Well...okay...
Sam sneakily began to creep toward Wal-Mart, humming his own weird theme song. He was feeling a bit jumpy...
OH NO! MERRY AND PIPPIN!
fSam held perfectly still.
Somehow, Sam managed to stop against a wall with a large mural on it. This mural featured several pointing fingers and arrows, which were now pointing to Sam, who was holding his last note. The passing Merry and Pippin shrugged. Sam was usually like this.
Sam made a break for it, diving into Wal-Mart. He sprinted for the Books section, immediately found the exact book he was looking for, and sprinted to the cash register. Unfortunately, the cashier was on the phone...
"Um..." said Sam, trying to see her name tag. "Rosie? I'm kind of in a hurry..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, SAM!" Rosie said rather loudly. "SAM, I thought you didn't ever shop here!"
"Er...Rosie, can you keep it down?"
"Sure, SAM! Anything for you!"
Sam really had nothing against Wal-Mart, but two years ago, he had foolishly declared (it probably had something to do with the amount of mead he had consumed):
"I HATE WAL-MART!"
Ever since, Sam had avoided Wal-Mart, for no good reason except that he had said I HATE WAL-MART. But this was special, being for the mental good of Mr. Frodo...but if Rosie alerted anyone he knew of his presence, he was dead meat.
"Um, SAM? Are you okay?" asked the rather puzzled Rosie. Sam had just turned into a large steak.
POOF Sam changed back. "Er... yeah, sorry... Can you PLEASE hurry!"
"Here you go, SAM! Enjoy!"
Sam sprinted for the door.
