Classy Wal-Mart

Jeff is heading to NYC tomorrow. Before he can leave, he needed a few essential care items for tomorrow. Things including deodorant, tooth paste, and some new tighty whities. So, the best place to go for those things is Wal-Mart.

The closest Wal-Mart, is not your average Wal-Mart. Nope, not average at all. In fact, it is well below average. Possibly the dirtiest, trashiest Wal-Mart in all of America. I'm not even exaggerating. But, we knew they would have the goods we needed and it would be a quick trip, so we put on our face masks to protect from whatever airborne illnesses must be floating around and heading in.

Jeff, stuck out like a sore thumb on this visit. He had just returned from golfing and, as he pointed out, his golf shirt even matched his sneakers. The classless people at this Wal-Mart dress somewhat differently.

Me, on the other hand, fit in quite well. I had just been playing outside with my buddy Shea and pulling weeds from the back garden. I had some dirt smears on my over-sized grey sweats. I even had dirt in my nails to add to the overall Wal-Mart appeal.

I felt at home here today. Like I was among my own people. Especially when I ran into the only other white person in the store...