Having never before been, although from lack of necessity rather than any political point, I, relenting to someone craving a particular flavor of B&J despite every grocery store in the area either not open at 2am or inexplicably unavailable, entered Wal-mart. Even to a sellout, the aura of depression there was undeniable. If I didn’t badly need a toothbrush, I might have resisted the miserable apathy to leave myself the loophole of still at least being able to claim that I’d never bought anything there. Although, for the sheer stupidity of looking for Ben & Jerry’s in a Wal-mart, such shame is fully deserved.