I couldn’t even scratch the surface of this one without writing a book, so here’s my best shot. Wal-Mart is by far the most stupid place on the Earth. It is a seven day a week, three hundred and sixty five day a year convention for the people in society you never wanted to see. Walking into Wal-Mart is a lot like sticking a fork into a socket; it seemed like a great idea at the time. I mean, I am aware of their unbeatable, always low prices that are on rollback so you save even more. There are only three hundred signs in every aisle that tell you that, but honestly I’m not that inclined to shop there anymore, because all the money I save over ten years wouldn’t be enough to compensate for Wal-Mart shoppers. These people cannot find anything. They can’t decide on anything. I feel so terrible for the grocery associates at any one of these stores because they’re the ones that have to take people around and show them where obvious things are, and then try to answer a question about whether generic or name-brand mustard is better. That’s a joke. Oh, and if you ever get hired as a people greeter, just kill yourself. By the end of a week of saying “Welcome to Wal-Mart” seven thousand, two hundred times per day you’ll be dead inside anyway.