My wife recently had surgery so we have a temporary handicap sticker for the car. I tell you this to explain why we were parked so close to one of the three doors into Wal-Mart. We were at the one in the area that everyone refers to as The Valley here in Chesterfield. It is beautiful river bottom farm land that they have lamentably converted into multiple strip malls anchored by the ever present huge box stores.
I was backing my wife’s Subaru from the aforementioned spot when I noticed two of Chesterfield’s finest exit the middle entryway of this huge Supercenter Wal-Mart. They looked for all the world like a couple of hound dogs on the scent. It was obvious that Continue reading “Laugh or Cry”