A time honored and proud tradition

Those of you who know me well, are aware of my disdain for "big" stores. Trips to Walmart represent the deepest circle of hell to me. I'm sure that if Dante were alive today, writing Inferno, he would agree.

And yet, I go. I spend my money, time and patience in the great American enterprise known as Walmart. Kmart would be better, except the Kmart stores in this area suck harder than a Dyson. Target is OK, but pretty much the same thing to me. The lines are shorter, the staff are more helpful, generally its a livable experience.

So what did I just do? I did something as American as stealing ideas from other cultures for profit. I signed us up for a Sam's Club membership. This is a bittersweet day for me. For a man who hates box stores more than chickens should hate Kentucky, I have caved in the ultimate way. I don't know if there is a bigger box store than Sam's. On the other hand, I really like saving money. Walking through the aisles tonight, I realized that we will probably see a ten dollar or more savings every time we shop. Makes the $40 annual membership fee seem more than fair.

So I bid you adieu for the evening from the moral low ground, where saving a buck looks way better than helping my neighbors stay in business. (The truth is, no matter how much I hate box stores, I am pretty pumped about Sam's Club.)