Mused Magazine
June 19, 2013
I hate Wal-Mart. Overcrowded, overwhelming and understaffed, this retail abyss was the bane of my existence back when I lived in Louisiana. Be that as it may, the prices were right so I—like most Americans who patronize the corporate giant—swallowed my pride and took my weekly trips to Wally-World. One particular trip, though, will forever remain engrained in my mind. As I entered the store one Saturday morning, I made my way through the clutter en route to the toy aisle. I’m not certain why my trip necessitated a venture down this particular aisle, but in retrospect I’m glad it did; what I saw was enlightening.