February 22, 2010
In a Dictatorial State
I made my semi annual trip into walmart last week. (I hate going to walmart. Let's just clear this up right now.) I needed to print some pictures and pick up some paint. Both of which requires interacting with employees.
Except they were no where to be found.
I had to search for someone to help me get the paint. And when I arrived at the photo counter there was no one in sight. As I turned around and walked away, under my breath I muttered,
"I hate walmart."
And stopped. And looked around to see if anyone had heard me. Because for a second I was worried that the walmart thought police were going to drag me to a dark cell and put my head in a box with rats.
I apparently need to take a break from Hunger Games. Luckily the third one doesn't come out until August. . .
Sent out into the void by Rachel Ward at 6:52 AM