The big 4th of July weekend had just begun & my parents (whom I still live with) were setting up a tent in the backyard. Originally the wanted the table & chairs from the deck to go inside the tent but found out the legs might puncture the pleather bottom of the tent. So knowing about my strong arms, they dragged me with them to the nearest Wallyworld to go shopping for a less puncture-prone set of patio furniture. Since the Portsmouth, NH Walmart is rather ordinary, I expected them to just pick out the table & chairs, pay for them & go home. All of that was about to change that Saturday, for what do I see but some Canadian tourist walking around with a piece of tissue paper hanging out of his nose (& he’s totally oblivious aboot it, eh), marking the first Person of Walmart sighting in Portsmouth & just when it couldn’t get any weirder, as we were exiting the store, we saw a barefoot teenage boy walking around the parking lot. That was quite a day, in which, alas, the search for patio furniture was fruitless.