Commonweal

On January 19th, 2008 we, Emily K. Wolfe and Alixandra N. Kish, embarked on a journey of a life time. We ventured to spend twelve consecutive hours in our local twenty-four hour super market, Wal-Mart. We met our fellow conquest members early Saturday morning, sacrificing one of our two precious mornings of beauty sleep. After we spent a few moments together out in the real world, we entered what would be our facilities for the next long twelve hours. At precisely eight ten, our journey began.
Two seconds later, we were bored. At loss of what to do we stood dumb founded in the entrance of the store. After walking around for a few minutes we then settled in front of a large screen television in the electronic section playing a classic Disney film, Toy Story 2.
We made ourselves at home with colorful bean bags located conveniently in the same proximity. Several by passer gave giggles or smiles until she came along. Walking out of her way to come between our nest and the screen she scowled and knitted her eye brows as she remarked, “Yall shouldn’t be blocking the aisle like this!” And pushed her cart inches away from our toes.
However all of our experiences were not as harsh. The store manager and three fellow round guys brought us each a box of skittles for free. While we were playing hide and seek, trying on Hannah Montana and camouflage clothing, and moved around slippery when wet signs, no one complained. The store employees also did not mind us buying immense amounts of delicious food products and then bringing them to the back of the store to devour. When we found ourselves at loss of what to occupy our time with we would head back to the conveniently placed Subway to dine and lounge.
The crowd evolved with time. We found a diverse selection of human beings from middle aged women with curlers to teenage lovers. We also saw many families taking advantage of the discounted products that Wal-Mart has to offer. Many were low class, wearing worn clothing, and purchasing few items. However there were also a few upper class moms with full carts, wearing name brand clothing and talking on their expensive cell phones. The intensity of the crowd would fluctuate throughout the day. The high points were around mid day and after super time.
We began to waver as the day began to close, wondering if we could possibly stay for a few more hours. We counted down the minutes and persevered finding whatever we could to preoccupy our slipping minds. In the end we survived, but barely. Rejoicing when eight o’clock came around, we had celebratory Red Velvet Cake. Then, all stepping out of the same time, we were finished. We learned several things by the whole experience. But the top lesson learned from this conquest has to be that we will never step foot in a Wal-Mart again.

The End.