A Trip To Wal-Mart

I generally try to avoid Wal-mart as much as I can, it makes me feel icky. But the other day I stopped by Wal-mart with the intention of buying (a) a set of long underwear and (b) a nine volt battery. This seemingly simple task was, in fact, not simple in the least. I figured I'd grab the battery first, but after more thought I realized that I had no idea where one would find a battery in the vast expanse of Wal-mart. After much stumbling around it dawned on me that perhaps batteries could be located at the checkout. I frantically dashed to the front of the store only to find that batteries were not to be found there. At this point I was almost desperate enough to ask one of the grouchy looking employees for help (which I ultimately did and got naught but a blank stare), so I decided to go in search of the long underwear. This too proved disastrous but not nearly so much as the battery escapade. when I finally found the Men’s Clothing section and ultimately the aisle with long underwear, I found that you can no longer buy a set (or pair if you prefer) of long underwear, you need to buy the shirt and pants separately for six dollars each. If that weren’t distressing enough, I couldn't find the pants anywhere. I finally found them buried behind several rows of shirts. Now that I had my long underwear I had to resign myself to the fact that Wal-mart is the only place around I know of to buy it and that I would have to pay twelve dollars for it. When I finally convinced myself that I would shell out a dozen clams I still had to find my battery (which when I did find it turned out to be a ridiculous five dollars).
This is why I will always opt for a thrift store over almost any other retailer there is