We ran into our local Walmart for a few items.  Every aisle I went down, I encountered a younger, overweight fellow riding on one of those driving carts. He seemed to always be in front of me.  Sometimes things happen for a reason.

In Walmart, as in every grocery store these days, most including me are fixated on prices.  There are things I can’t find anymore like frozen pineapple juice concentrate – or any pineapple juice.  Sometimes common items are almost empty or stock is very low.  I see carts with not much in them.

Today there was a young guy on the vitamin aisle. He asked the clerk for help.  He said he just had leg surgery and was told he needed to boost up his immune system.  Don’t we all?  He scanned the immune boosters as I scanned his leg. Massive stitches in his calf, swollen foot, he shook a bit as he stood.  It looked like a shark or alligator bite or a bad accident.  I thought he needed one of those driving carts – how did he even make it into the store?