Big Tuna I walked into my local Walmart store this past Thursday to renew my license only to find, the whole dam sporting department went missing.
WTH...
Where guns and ammo once set, only paint rollers and sandpaper were to be found. Horrified thoughts flew through my mind with visions of your story flashing by. I must have looked like the "deer in the headlights" just standing and staring, wondering if old timers was catching up and I am now lost at Walmart when, from behind, there came a tiny voice. "I think you'll find what you're looking for, 6 rows to the front of the store" the voice said. What.... wait, did I just hear the voice of an angel save me from becoming the next Walmartian?
Still somewhere between dazed and confused, I turned ever so cautiously and there stood a young lady, though blurred, in a gold vest with Walmart embroidered on the lapel. "Six rows to the front of the store" she said, walking to the main aisle and pointing. "We've moved the entire sporting department to the front" and with a smile, she disappeared into the sundries.
Slowly but surely, inch by inch, step by step I made my way to the front of the store looking down each row hoping my vision would clear when there they were, like beacons in the night! You know, the rack of fishing poles that can be seen from just about anywhere in the store and right along side, a bright green 'yak all nestled in it's cradle high above the shelves.
Two more rows and there, the guns, the ammo, the fishing rods raising into the air like a great rainbow, and the service desk too. "I'm saved" I'm thinking when another voice asked, "May I help you, Sir"? "Say what", I thought and still looking like I was somewhere between lost and found as the voice repeated "May I help you Sir"? "Yes, yes" I quipped, digging through my wallet I would like to renew my hunting license but I don't have last years with me. "No problem", came the voice, "we can use your fishing license", to which I replied, "nope don't have that with me either"
. "Your hat", came the voice, "my hat" I barked "what the hell does my hat have to do with me renewing my hunting license"? "The button on your hat, it's your fishing license, we can use it to get your hunting license" said the voice.
Removing my hat, sure enough there it was, my fishing license button.... stupid oldtimers!!!