Bras, bananas, gloves…

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Wal-Mart is the one of the few places I have to get psyched up for in order to go to. It is not a classy place. But, it is also a place where no one, absolutely no one, cares what you wear. I feel overdressed, even when I am wearing my largest, baggiest dark green sweatpants and a ratty, ancient black t-shirt under my oversized red hooded sweatshirt (now I have Adam Sandler’s “Red Hooded Sweatshirt” on my brain).