Thursday, March 10, 2011
One of the comments on my list of "Things To Do Before I Die" asked whether I was a Wal-Mart door greeter. I replied that I was not, but I did have a vest from that fine establishment where you can buy everything under the sun that's made in China.
Plus, you haven't lived until you drift into a fart cloud while browsing through their housewares and underwear section.
Anyway, the reason I have one is that, while I was still in the Navy, I used to wistfully opine that I would like to be a Wal-Mart door greeter when I retired.
Well, the wife of a friend picked up on my wish and made me a vest as a sort of "jump start" to my next career.
To date, I am not an employee of Wal-Mart.
And, if anyone from Sam Walton's store reads this, I probably never will be.
Which is a shame. Because, if the movies have taught us anything it's this: