Why is it that just about every time I go to Wal-Mart, this happens?
I've gone in, selected my items, made my purchases and am heading out the first set of automatic doors toward the second. It NEVER fails that someone in front of me suddenly decides that right here in the little tiny space between the two sets of doors is the perfect place to triple-check the receipt, re-organize their purse, stare off into space for no good reason. Is there something about this area of Wal-Mart that just screams--please, let's stop for a minute even though I know that there are probably people behind me.
I guess it's just one of life's little mysteries.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 8/27/2004 09:06:00 AM |
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