Wife beater

I really can't stand Wal-Mart, but not because it's re-making our global economy by tearing it down. The real reason I hate it is I CAN NEVER FIND ANYTHING and the place always looks like a horde of Mongols just pillaged it. But when in Rome you've got to do as the Romans do. So, I try to fit in. Tonight when I went, I wore my shirt open with a wife beater underneath, chest hair exposed and gut protruding. I always try to go for "slovenly" when I'm there. Stained shirts, plastic flip flops, pajama pants, something. I think maybe there's a master's thesis in here somewhere: The Accoutrement Choices of Wal-Mart Customers and the General Decline of the West.