Can Love Ever Conquer the Abscence of a Super Wal-Mart?

A good friend of mine is facing a crossroads in her life and is reaching out to all of us for help. Not that I alone could not provide her with the insight needed to have the semblance of a normal relationship with a good hearted man. But, being one who puts a lot of faith in and has a livelihood that thrives upon, how the masses will react given a certain set of criteria, she yearns for the opinions of many.

So the following is the question which will determine where she spends the rest of her life: Do you move to Beautifulville with a wonderful man who provides for all your needs(as much as any man can provide for her needs) and face the prospect of having to drive more than 25 miles to go to a "regular" walmart. Do you force him to uproot his life and move south to Puyallup where, mind you, there is just not one, but TWO Super Walmarts. Finally, do you just remain in that wonderful town in which you have been sooo happy?

Now, don't want any brains frying over this question, but we must seriously ponder this dilemma. Where else can you shop where: teeth are optional; odd numbers at the end of the price are unheard of; sobriety is optional; being ambulatory is optional; you can rest assured that, from the looks of the person who just left the stall before you, there are no weight limits on the toilet or what can be placed in them; you can sign a petition to amend your state's constitution and the ability to read the wording is not a prerequisite; people are actually encouraged to park their trailers overnight on the premise that items manufactured to add positive aroma to the human body may actually be purchased, and you can buy fattening food next to those pants you will not be able to fit into next week(unless you are looking at the special jeans with elastic bands.)

Sam Walton and his progeny are the Thomas Jefferson's of mass retail. All Men and Women are Created Equal. Everyone can be stylish, eat like a pig and own way too many of those useless little plastic bags which will be the only items left on earth to be dug up by alien archaeologist.

So, attached to the side is the first Saxpoll: Should this vixen stay put in a town where there are a minimum of Eight Super Walmarts in a 45 mile radius, condition any move West to a home in Puyallup, or let the man stay where he has roots.



We have 30 days to help her decide....Please do the American thang and vote,



So Sez Sax...