Topic: Family
When I got off work tonight at 7:30 I came home and my mom asked if I'd like to go to Walmart with her. Now, first I must tell you that we go there on a semi-regular basis. If we aren't there at least once a week in fact, they call to check on us. We are the reasons the Walton's are so very very wealthy.
But, I digress. We finally left at 9 after I got my shit in gear. The Walmart here was pretty recently remodeled into a Super Walmart, because regular Walmart just wasn't enough. The town of 10,000 people really needed another grocery store because the other three just weren't enough.
Because of this remodeling, the store is now twice as large. It's as though there is some kind of strange wormhole in the store and when I go in with my mother, I can't escape in less than an hour. I mean yes, I love the store. I could spend my entire check there. But I go in, spend the money and leave. My mother on the other hand, inspects every single thing in the building. I'm not joking.
The groceries, then the purses, then the clothes, then the cosmetics, then the fun jewelry. I didn't get home until midnight. I'm not kidding. Time clearly changes in this store, in order to take all of your money.