A few weeks ago I found myself in a fix; I was in Walmart, in the very back, and it was the height of the Christmas shopping season. Narrow aisles stacked to the ceiling. Shoppers with the dreaded ‘1,000 yard stare’ familiar only to combat vets and hard-core holiday shoppers determined to get the best price or die trying. Carts constantly coming around blind corners with a quickly muttered ”scuse me” which sounds more like “get the hell out of my way.” Given a choice, Mary would have picked the stable hands down over the electronics aisle any day of the week.
As I had my back to the wall and all of my claustrophobic tendencies to the fore I saw a DVD of “The Wizard of Oz” and immediately thought of the ‘flying monkeys’ scene that terrified many of us who watched the movie too young including me and my daughter. At last I found the hidden purpose for my trip, the silver lining in the Walmart cloud. Bring on the monkeys! I have found something worse and it’s real! Flying monkeys or crazed Walmart shopping crowds? I report, now you decide.