The fringe of society shops at Wal-Mart

Wal-Mart. It has become an icon of gross consumerism. And, perhaps, of gross consumers.

It’s easy to make fun of the people that shop at Wal-Mart even though many (if not most) of us do it, at least on occasion. (Only for dog food, I swear!) Every time I am forced to enter that ubiquitous store, I am confronted by a number of horrifying truths: (1) there are an inordinate number of mouth-breathers in society; (2) the smell of cheap plastic is sickening; (3) the eyes of Wal-Mart shoppers are dead, and (4) I am shopping in a Wal-Mart.

Before I stray too far into a rant against the evil of Wal-Mart — a viewpoint I will not stray from and do not feel I need to defend in the comments — I would like to point the reader towards visual proof that Wal-Mart does, indeed, service the fringes of society. So it is that I present to you People of Wal-Mart.