Walmart is a Very Scary Place

Walmart, even in Seekonk, Mass, is a very scary place.



This is Vegan Pizza in Pawtucket, R.I.



Plotnik ate several slices of famed New York Pizza in Brooklyn, NY, and none of 'em were any tastier than this one, though admittedly portabello mushrooms are not pepperoni. The udon soup was really good too, and probably used 1/25 of the salt of the udon soup in a Japanese restaurant back home. Those round things with the holes in 'em are lotus root, not Cheezy Wagon Wheelz.



But back to Walmart. It must be getting time to be heading home, because the Plotniks are hitting all the Big Box stores that don't exist in Saint Plotniko. Yesterday it was Walmart (DAMN! THAT IS AN AWFUL PLACE!) and Target. Today we're driving to a suburb of Boston to go to Ikea.

The major difference between Target and Walmart is smell. When you walk in the door of Walmart you are overwhelmed by the accumulated odors of artificial air fresheners and imitation foodstuffs and thousands upon thousands of musty Chinese cardboard boxes and the cheap stink of all the rank cologne worn by the undereducated checkout personnel, to say nothing of the vanishing sense of America as it is being flushed into a polluted river.

Target smells like the fresh-popped popcorn they have at the front door.

If Ikea in Stoughton, Mass, is anything like the Ikea in Emeryville, Plotnik may as well say adios now, because once you're inside it's hard to ever find your way out. But he likes Swedish meatballs.