Walmart saved my butt, well, strictly speaking, my feet.

I arrived at the hotel late last night.  While I was unpacking my things, getting my clothes ready, I realized that I neglected to bring any socks.  It was midnight, and I had to be in the office by 7:30 the next day.  Wearing black shoes, dark slacks, and my dirty pair of cotton white socks didn't seem like the best idea, especially in front of these big shots who would presumably be grumpy if all that money they paid us couldn't even cover proper attire.

So I run down to the front desk, knowing that they have a small sales table, selling miscellaneous items to the guests, the typical toothpaste, condoms, cheap American beer, and other TSA banned items.  Maybe they'd carry socks as well.  They didn't, not dangerous enough... yet.  But the front desk guy referred me to Walmart.  Still open?  After all the Walgreens next door closes at 11pm.  The gods of fortune smiled down and this store was 24/7, woohoo!

Half a mile away, I arrive at this behemoth of a store, the super version of Walmart that I just loathe.  They had everything from socks to fruits to fresh fried chicken.  Yuck.  Nonetheless, I got my socks.  We complain about the evils of Walmart and yet we benefit from it immensely.  I'm such a hypocrite.