It’s the time of year when I can easily be found wandering the aisles of Walmart with a glazed look in my eye, buying school supplies and about 842 other things that I really didn’t need but had to have at that exact moment. I don’t know what it is about Walmart, but I think there’s some sort of tranquilizing drug that is piped into the entrance, causing them to forget their budgets and release any sort of remaining restraint that they have.
Perhaps this is why I found myself with a laminator in my cart just a few days ago.
I went there for two things: boxer briefs (not for me, obviously) and Kleenex. I walked out of there $228 poorer. With a laminator.