I just can't go to Walmart, unless it's an emergency. Then I park, run in, don't touch any door handles, swerve in and out of people held together with spandex, turn off all olfactory senses, get what I what I need and get out. Normally followed by a ritual of lathering my hands up with Purel and doing a heeby jeeby cha cha.
The strangest place I ever saw one was when Alan06SUT went ghetto wheeling and took pictures.
