I went to WalMart today with Mom and I noticed that with each trip there, it gets increasingly weirder.
On the way across the parking lot, somebody's car alarm went off for absolutely no reason, nobody was even near it. The horn started up a constant rhythm.
Honk. Honk. Honk.
As we neared the building, I noticed something that made the situation even more bizarre. A flock of geese in a nearby field had joined in and were now alternating honks with the car.
Honk. Honk! Honk. Honk! Honk. Honk!
As we got inside we were greeted by the elderly singing greeter I always see up there. He's usually singing a Frank Sinatra tune, frequently just the same line over and over again. Tonight he was singing "Georgie Girl" and as I passed, he approached and started saying something about George shoes, maybe Georgio? Anyway, he pointed out that his shoes weren't those, he bought them at Sears. Mom jokingly shooshed him, saying the WalMart big wigs would overhear that he'd been shopping elsewhere. He replied by telling us how we should all shop at as many different stores as we can and that it's good for the city. He then ripped a few WalMart smiley face stickers from his roll and gave them to me.
Geese with rhythm, being greeted with a song, a discussion about shoes and the economy, and a pocket full of stickers. What more could a guy ask for in a night?