So there I was in Walmart at 8:00 a.m. I was only there because Target was closed. Or not open yet. Not really closed. “Closed” implies permanence. I’m sure Target opened at some point today.
But there I was in Walmart at 8:00 a.m. I was not sitting at my desk, gleefully whipping out world-shaking Visio diagrams for the case management system project. I was not running through error rate statistics until my eyes watered. I was not kicking the new copier, which would rather jam than copy anything.
No, there I was in Walmart at 8:00 a.m. Contrary to recent police reports of armed mischief in the parking lot, I was quite safe. Nobody mugged me, carjacked my vehicle, or even asked me for spare change. Don’t I look like I could possibly have a nickel or two rubbing a hole in my purse lining?
Maybe not, with that enormous coffee stain on the leg of my pants. But I was rewarded by the discovery of a clearance rack, and even better, the pants that I thought would be too tight turned out to be too loose. And I was able to return to my desk and pound out so many online supply orders for all the offices that the person who approves them in Admin e-mailed me and asked if I was done shopping yet.
My reply? “Never.”
Apparently, I can find myself shopping anytime, anyplace. Even 8:00 a.m. on a Wednesday isn’t sacred anymore.