My wife Michelle and I are hustling with a shopping cart through the endless aisles of a Walmart store. It is a standard Walmart, meaning it is the same size, in square feet, as Wyoming, but it contains more things.
This is our second Walmart in two days. Or maybe it’s the same one we were in yesterday. Maybe there is only one Walmart in the entire nation, surrounded by parking lots in different states. There is no way to tell.
Walmart has everything you could possibly need, except for the one thing you are looking for, which is often impossible to find because of all the other things. At the moment Michelle and I are looking for an office chair for our daughter, Sophie, who needs it for college. We got her a desk the day before, in the other Walmart (unless it was in fact the same Walmart).