Despite my best efforts the dreaded "S" word became a reality. I needed a couple of things from the grocery, cash from the bank to pay the painters and batteries. For the doorbell...ha ha, fooled you! Sooooo...I could make two stops and get what I need or bite the bullet and go to Wal-Mart with every other idiot in three states but only make one stop. I decided Wal-Mart was the best choice and carefully planned my route before I left home. OK, I get to Hwy 17 and traffic is not bad, not bad at all. How about that! Parking at Wal-Mart was a piece of cake so I grabbed a cart and headed toward the store. OH MY GOSH...no line at the bank! I stashed the cash in my secret pocket, took a deep breath and headed toward the swarming mass of humanity who were fighting to the death for a 52 inch, high def, flat screen TV WITH stereo. After wading through the Barbies, climbing over a stack of plush characters from The Wiggles (oh yeah, those are gonna sell) and stopping to offer a Valium to a poor lady who just figured out she probably wasn't going to find a Wii system this year I had my batteries in hand and headed for the dreaded checkout line. For the very first time since, well EVER, I walked right up to an available checker! Wow, who knew!? All these years I thought being the first in line at a Wal-Mart checkout lane was a urban myth.