By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 28 February 2000
SCENE 61
SCENE 61-INT.-Wal-Mart Supercenter somewhere in El Paso, Texas. Night.
Becca and Papaw are entering the store. Papaw stops dead in his
tracks. His eyes are wide with fear.
Papaw: I don't want to go in there.
Becca: Papaw, what's wrong? It's just a store.
Papaw: It's big. And bright. I hate it.
Becca: I hate it, too, but we have no choice.
It's the only place that's open this late. Here, hold my hand. It'll
be alright, I promise.
Papaw: Okay.
Becca: First of all, we need to get a cart.
Grabs a cart.
Papaw: I need a toothbrush.
Becca: Right. And toothpaste and deodorant and boxers and sandals
and t-shirts and walking shorts. Oh, and swimming trunks and
sunscreen.
Papaw: I can't remember the last time I went for a swim. My God,
you need a map to get through this place.
Becca: The worst thing about it is that every Wal-Mart is different.
This layout is totally opposite of the one in San Antonio.
Papaw: The lousy bastards.
Becca: It's a corporate conspiracy. Let's Confuse the Customers. They'll
Get Lost and Buy Crap They Don't Need.
Papaw: Amen and all the people say it.
Becca: Hallelujah. Praise Sam Walton.
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