nothing quite like shopping in mexico's version of walmart. squeezing the yellow,fly infested tomatoes to the sound of the Smiths playing over the store speakers. and i managed a wry smug little smile to myself, as if i was in a giant joke factory and only i had the ovaltine decoder ring.
obd:
bizarromart?
serine:
the wawa might be slightly more exciting than that, though i can't be exactly sure.