Going to Wal Mart

 I should have known better.  That store is virtually un-shoppable

I was looking for drawers.  You know, Men's Boxer-briefs.  Yeah, those.  I thought I knew where they should be, and I was wrong.  I wandered a bit, then found them.  Locked in a case, so I went looking for help.  I couldn't find any help, but walked back tot he locked case.  Found a button.  Pushed same.

A woman showed up with keys, so I asked her, "How long have they been locking up the drawers?"

"Since they started stealing them."

I grabbed a 6-pack of Hanes (I buy underwear like I buy beer) and headed over to the blue jean rack.  I found a pair I liked, and the first pair I picked up (regular ol' Wranglers) were my size.  "That", I thought, "Was too damned easy".

I was right.  It was too damned easy.  I spent the next 30 minutes looking for another pair.  No luck.

So, I headed to the register for the final insult.  Wal Mart had three registers open, which I thought was odd.  But I got behind a woman who could not figure out how to work a debit card.  

I hate Wal Mart.  I'm starting to understand why so many people like Amazon.