A .97 cent spool of plumbing tape, I was ranging around Wal-Mart last night at 8:30 p.m. with every low-income, shoulda-put-the-kids-to-bed-already, idiot in my general vicinity.
They were aimlessly crowding the aisles. They were wasting time in line scanning in things they weren't going to buy, just to see the price (this is not ok in the self-checkout lane). They were being stalked by security personnel. They were annoying in the parking lot. And this is why I fucking hate Wal-Mart.
But still, I went, because they are open at 8:30 p.m. on Sunday and sell the tape I needed to put on my pipe fitting so that there wouldn't be water rushing out from underneath my sink.
The faucet is now tightly seated on the sink. The office is re-arranged. The dishwasher is back in its place under the counter. The poisons and potions are tucked away too. And I finished all the hand-washing, as well.
Really and truly, it was a good day. I just wish I had more of them.
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