I have had the misfortune to spend today viewing surveillance tapes from a Walmart store. Most of the time this is what I have stared at.
For hour upon hour.
Occasionally, on fewer occasions than I would have imagined actually, Walmart has customers, like people, come through those doors at top, the entrance. And I have now looked at hundreds of them, people, and it becomes my disagreeable duty to report that the American people, male and female, young and old, white, black and latin, are ugly.
