Where the shoppers have no names

What better way to spend an afternoon with my mother than to have her drag me to a Wal-Mart on a Sunday.

Like fish swimming against a river’s current, we sought out items on a modest list.  The volume of people was a little overwhelming.  It made the Christmas crowds at our local Target seem tame.  We have nothing on this crowd to the far south.

I could not leave the store without finding one display to gawk at.

Another genius marketing campaign gone awry!


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