I had the pleasure of walking through Walmart the other day. I don’t really shop at Walmart. I just slip in through a back entrance that is seldom used that spits me out right next to the pharmacy counter where I can pick up medication for my better half and slip right back out. I effectively get to avoid the masses shopping at Walmart. It’s a great system, except for the times when that back door is locked. Such was the case on Monday.
I had to walk through the front doors, push my way through the crowds to get to the sanctuary of the pharmacy area and do the same to get out. On my fantastic voyage, I noticed all of the STUFF that Walmart sells that apparently someone was buying. In New York we call them tchotchke. For the lazy, let me get the definition from our Urban Dictionary: “A small piece of worthless crap, a decorative knick knack with little or no purpose… If you are having trouble identifying tchotchke just look around your house or someone else’s and whatever you see that a burglar wouldn’t steal.” […]