Wal-Mart

You know, I got to thinking, maybe we're all looking at this Wal-Mart thing the wrong way.  It's always so easy to talk about how much we dislike our weekly trips (yes, I have to go weekly), the people in their over-sized sweatshirts with Disney character pajama bottoms and slippers, taking up the whole isle so they can mill about for the best deal.  It's easy to complain about the screaming toddlers with the parents that let them stand up in the cart and the 9 year old's that are popping wheelies and clipping us in the heels as they ride our asses.  Oh, so easy to be disgusted with the lack of hand wipes that are supposed to be awaiting us at the entrance, but never are;  watching as a fellow human sneezes in his hands, then white-knuckles the cart handle as he has spent time searching for the very one that doesn't clunk-clunk-clunk as he pushes it.  Could we possibly look at Wal-Mart in any other way?  I say YES!  This giant mega store is a living, breathing, FaceBook!  Where else can you go and see people that you haven't seen in 10 years?  Who needs a class reunion?  Go to the superstore!  There's even a way to "block" those that you don't want to see...very, very quickly turn around and go back the other way.  This takes a bit of practice, you'll also have to be aware of which isle they're heading into next.  Wal-Mart is also the one common bond that we all share.  No matter what our socioeconomic status, ethnic background, sexual orientation or religion, we all shop at Wal-Mart.  It is a community "melting pot", a culture almost within itself.  Hooray for Wal-Mart and its inhabitants!