It was on July 2, 1962 that the first Wal-Mart Store opened in Rogers, Arkansas. Today, there is a Wal-Mart nearly everywhere. But. There is not one in Perfect! BBBH says, "You've moved me to a place that doesn't even have a Wal-Mart." Direct quote. I am not making this up.
The Spouse's feelings for the company typifies one of the two visceral reactions people seem to have to this retail giant. They seem to love the store with a passion, or hate it with an equally flaming passion. Those who do not share her feeling will curse the ground the buildings stand on, citing all kinds of arguments about economics and marketing. Some seem to make it their life's work to see that no more stores are built, or if they are built to make pariahs of those who work and shop there.
Me? I can sit in the parking lot while BBBH enjoys her experience. My problem is not philosophical, nor is it aversion to spending money. But there is something about the big box experience that is difficult to describe; but I tell you I am literally feeling the anxiety inside my soul, the heart-rate is accelerating and the sweat is breaking on my brow as I write this. The very thought is sufficient to put me into a panic. I may need the rest of this day just to recover from writing this post. If you find any errors in this due to faulty editing, don't tell me, for I will not read this again.
Have a great day!