Closing time

The other evening, Andrea and I had a few hours free, so we took the kids out to eat and then decided to stop at Wal-Mart. It was getting a little late, and this is how the conversation went.

Me: Let's stop at Wal-Mart and buy a
small vacuum for the car.

Andrea: OK

Me: I hope they are still open. Any idea if this
Wal-Mart is a "24-hour Wal-Mart?"

Andrea: I think it is, and they are usually open
'till at least 10 or 11.

At that point, I just stared at Andrea and laughed. She realized what she had said right away, but I thought it would be more fun to be obnoxious and laugh so hard that she couldn't correct herself. Thankfully she's a good sport and laughed about it too.

On a related note, I have started to regard shopping at Wal-Mart as a consumer-friendly form of torture.