I hate Walmart. It's a company run by slimy executives who don't care about the mom-and-pop businesses they destroy, and its stores are frequented by the lowest class of people. I always feel the need for a shower afterward. But, this morning it made more sense to go there because they were the closest place that I thought would sell Frontline flea and tick treatment.
I was wrong. I ended up at the much smaller chain, Nashville Pet Products. At least they're local, as far as I know.
You know, I was going to post an actual story here, but I lost interest this far into it. That should make Walmart happy, anyway. :)
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