Call it Wally World, Walleye World, or just plain King Sam's. It's Wal-Mart and if you don't have one along with your McDonald's, you will shortly. I'm not here to whine about greed and the wrongdoings of evil corporations. Plenty of other people are doing that even as I write. I'm also not going to praise such creaking monoliths because they provide jobs that otherwise wouldn't have been. That's just a joke. Rather, I'd like to look at the social side of Walleye World.
Unless you grew up under a rock, it's nearly impossible to spend in excess of five minutes inside your local Wal-Mart without seeing someone you know. In the past week, I saw the only girl who signed my freshman yearbook. She's a nurse now and still very friendly. I also happened upon a former supervisor who was canned and now acts significantly more friendly. That's another thing. Shopping at the Mart is something of a great equalizer. Everybody is welcome, because everyone can afford to unload their pockets in some form or fashion.
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