I first saw him rummaging about on the computer aisle. His constant gazing at my buggy began driving me crazy. When I stopped to check out the heat wraps on the medicine aisle, he and his girlfriend slithered by. There was just something about him that shouted out, “Evil! Run!” Of course, I experience that feeling quite a bit when I’m at Wal-Mart. It’s just normally because I’m trying to convince myself I don’t need to buy the latest Sim Expansion pack.
I almost choked when he and his girlfriend ended up behind me in line for the checkout. I shouldn’t have been surprised when he leaned over and whispered to his girlfriend, “We need to hurry. The sheriff might see my truck in the parking lot.”
I refrained from grabbing the nearest Wal-Mart greeter as my shield and heading for the door.