I headed out to Walmart for the third time in a week, as you do. And I wasn't happy about it. Nossir. Walmart is my most hated of marts.
Cold winds whipped around me as I got out of my car. Freezing splashes of rain hit my cheeks as I power-walked through the parking lot.
My sour mood ratcheted up another notch.
I inspected a few carts, trying to avoid a wobbly one. But they're all wobbly. Of course the cart was also wet. Grrrrrr.
I started to push my wobbly, wet cart toward the main entrance. I noticed a man and his young daughter come in right before me…Read More