Once again, I have a question for you.
If you were at Wal-Mart when the zombies began their assault upon the living, would you be able to tell?
I mean there you are, wandering through crowds of dull-eyed, shuffling, staggering figures who are all just looking for free samples of some questionable food products. Poor, wretched, mindless creatures who were once as alive as you and I, but now reek of despair and decay…
And then the zombies show up!
Oh, come on. I tease Wal-Mart shoppers. But I have been there. We have all been there. I don’t think I am better than them. And say what you will, after an hour at Wal-Mart you feel a little of the life has been sucked out of you. Admit it.
And don’t even get me started on the DMV…
Oh wait… I messed that up… those zombies should be behind the counters…
Pouring My Art Out 
I’m in one those pictures. I’m not a zombie, that’s just what I’m like before I have my coffee.
ha!
Bwahahahahaha
Good zombie laugh.
I heard a song on YouTube about Wal-Martians — find it, it’s funny.
That does sound like fun.
Do you think fluorescent lighting has something to do with it? Common thread in both scenes! Man, you may have just stumbled upon something here….
Ha! Stumbled… like a zombie… I get it.
I was curious to check out your zombie posts. haha, you did not lie sir.
I wouldn’t notice, they kinda look like the drug dealers on my street after a long night.
I get them confused all the time.
This is why your first stop at Wally World should be to lawn and garden, or sporting goods. Toss a sharp impelement of some sort and a Louisville Slugger in the cart, just in case. Then just tell the cashier, “Oh, I don’t know how those got in there. They’re not mine.” You still have the small window of checkout to car unarmed, but that’s do-able.
It pays to plan ahead.
Love it!
Oh, you’re just saying that…