
The Wal-Mart by my house is an absolute circus. If it's not the grossly understaffed work force, it's the whining kids and generally bile-bubbling flutter of cost cutting tension. Even with all of the mayhem associated with a simple trip to Wally Mart, there are even more factors that raise my ire to dangerous levels. Okay, I snore. I'm not going to be shy about it. When I pass out, especially after a night of booze, you don't really want to be anywhere near me unless you have an iPod turned all the way up. A guy like me needs [...]