It often saddens me to think that I am merely prolonging the pain that is the Wal-Mart supercenter. It's not my fault, I'm just a poor college student who needs to stretch his hard-earned dollar as far as it will go. Therefore, in the spirit of my inner Joo-ness, I go where the OJ is cheap, the quantities larger, and the service horrible.
Wal-Mart
(To the tune of "Downtown.")
When you're alone, and your cupboards are bone...dry, and your poor as a home...less,... Wal-Mart.
And When you're depressed, cause your house is a mess, and you need something for pets, you can go... Wal-Mart.
Just listen to the droneing of the idiots in the aisles,
Be forced to linger in the checkout lines for hours upon hours, how can you gain?
Just because things are cheaper here, but you get all the hassles, get all the headaches
Wal-Mart, I get so irate in
Wal-Mart. The place that I hate is
Wal-Mart, damn if it wasn't so cheap...
Alright, so maybe Petula Clark would be upset with me... it's not my fault I'm bored and tired at the same time. Maybe I shouldn't have had that last glass of Pink and that entire sleeve of Chips A'hoy cookies. Oh well, Aqua Teen Hunger Force calls... and I need to answer.
One more week,
Jeff C.
CFI
