Wal-Mart is so...so...interesting.
Sometimes it's a normal shopping experience, get in, get what you need, get out.
Other times it's like walking into another dimension, where everyone is in a perpetual state of five 'o clock shadow, pajama bottoms, and people who have long since given up the ghost, and are only being propelled forwards through life because their blood is 88% caffeine. It's the only place where I've seen a tall ginger man bolting across the store at full speed, with a gallon of milk, carton of eggs and a bunch of bananas cradled in his arms. The only place I've ever been involved in a shopping cart traffic jam with a Hispanic family and a family of dwarves. The only place where I had to wait several minutes in line for the self checkout because some duck dynasty looking dude was buying enough beer to kill a herd of elephants. It's also the only place where I've been told to race the clock in my efforts to acquire a lint roller.
Every time I think I have a grasp on my area and the people who live here, I walk into a Wal-Mart, and find some of The darndest things mankind has to offer.