All moral issues aside, I'm just no longer strong enough to live thru a WalMart shopping experience. The walk from the back of the constantly crowded parking lot is enough to do me in. Then there is "The Greeter" to get past, and the need eventually for a large fuzzy dog with flagon of spirits tied around his neck to rescue me, after I've succumed to the endless aisles of towering merchandise, plastic gleaming in the hard glare of the flourescent lights.

Doug, ask your son if it's still true that the employees have to sing the company song every morning? How does he like working there?