I can see no other explanation for it.
I’ll report; you decide.
As I mentioned in yesterday’s novel, I recently ventured back into Walmart Land for a 3 item pick up. And as I walked through the door, THIS is what caught my eye.
There, sitting discretely by the front door, was this quiet little tower of market baskets. Didn’t I just complain last week about the absence of market baskets at my local Walmart?
Why yes, I did. I wokkked about it HERE.
So I whipped out the shiny red Kodak to obtain the evidence, and as I grabbed a market basket to carry on my 3 item walkabout, I asked Mr. Greeter exactly when our Walmart had begun to offer those handy dandy little baskets.
And he said, “Last week.”
Coincidence? I think not.
I was chewing on this tidbit on the way home when I happened to catch a glimpse of a huge banner plastered across a store. It’s a relatively new store… the only local competitor to my favorite formal shop.
The one I yakkity yakked about HERE... and HERE
And the banner said:
Now, I’m convinced.
Apparently, I have The Power.
Maybe today, I should yak about Congress…