It was opening weekend at the new WalMart in our town, and the wife and I stopped by to check out the sights.
While walking down the bread aisle, we notice a less than classy looking couple ahead of us. It appeared that the guy was rubbing his fair maiden’s back or neck. However, as we closed in and made the pass, we realized that he was actually inspecting her upper back and popping her back zits while she perused the selection of hot dog buns. To this day we cringe when we know we have to go down that aisle for anything.
