While on the interstate, I need to stop for some mandatory lady supplies and cold medicine. Yeah, I sound like a real pleasant peach, don’t I? Well, this Walmart happened to have exactly what I needed in stock. Usually I’m forced to substitute at least ONE thing I’m buying for a different brand or variety, but this was not the case. The aisles and shelves are clean; the aisles were not blocked by families the size of small armies, numerous promotional displays, or abandoned pallets with merchandise. I got what I needed and headed to the register. True to Walmart’s style, the lines at the register were long, and the cashier was slow. I got slightly agitated while having to wait, since we were in a bit of a time crunch, but that’s not Walmart’s fault.