We needed to resupply today, and where better to do that than at WalMart. Martina had trouble picking a pickle – amazingly, she found some without high fructose corn syrup!
Meanwhile, I headed for the booze aisle to check out the local brews. Alas! “No liqour tell 12…”. How unAustralian.
Then I realised that I’d lost Marti. I even rummaged through these three piles of pińatas, but Tickle-Me-Elmo hadn’t seen her.
There she was! Ogling the guns in the hunting/killing section. Just in time too, as the salesman was about to start the hard sell, or try to chat her up -whichever seemed easier to him.
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