The Wal-Mart near my little town is awesome! Scuffed, dirty floors; broken merchandise littering the aisles; fat, slow, cow/women grazing the Pringles aisle; open bags of chips in the racks; shaving cream canisters squirted in strategically-placed piles; condoms jammed inside vaseline jars so only their open ends are visible; and a jam-packed, bargain-priced DVD section under glass and key! Good luck finding an employee to open it... Ray Walston must be spinning in his grave.
I used to go with my now-wife and pretend we were Leakey and Fossey... "notice the tribal bandanas..."
Course, I could go (instead of 2 towns east) 1 town west and visit a "normal" Wal-Mart - but I rather not be associated with "those" people!
BTW - the "Taxi Driver & guns to-go" post was the funniest thing!