I was laughing to myself earlier today. I had gone to the dollar store to buy stuff to make Valentines. (I like making things, so Valentine’s Day is a great excuse! And it’s pink. Oooo, girly pink!)
A car drove in front of me while I was crossing the parking lot. It didn’t pause to let me go by. And the car wasn’t stopping nearby. It was going to the other side of the shopping center.
I was feeling snippy. I said, in my head, “Oh yeah, you drive right in front of me. You’re lucky I stopped! How would that be, huh? You finding out that your driving along let you crash into me, a helpless victim? Yeah, you drive that ancient BMW over to Walmart, stupidhead. What do you think you are, driving a BMW and then shopping at Walmart? Why are you shopping there anyway?”
By this time I’d already made it to the store and I was almost whisked away into the pink heartiness that I was entering. But I thought, “I’m shopping in the dollar store. Surely this isn’t helping the United States economy. Surely my arguments against Walmart apply here, too.”
Then I walked into the store and found some sparkly things.
Yes. Sparkly things.
Surely it’s worse when it’s called Walmart.