The farm league for the Super Wallmart is the Dollar Store down the hill, across the street. Customers there ardently hope to get drafted by the Big One. The Super Wallmart in the heavens above. Even now, they are reaching the requisite goals of morbid obestiy and accompanying pulmonary distress to qualify. Once they get the tubes in their noses, the tank on the side of the cart, the magic begins. The car-battery powered will navigate a Wallmart Superstar that very isle where the biggest jar of mayonnaise you have ever seen lives. Kids can play too if momma and poppa stuff them like Gooses from Brest with balogna and Pop Tarts.
Aside: the Dollar Store was out of the Good & Plenty I sought.
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