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| - We goin' ta Wal-Mart - Wally, wally, wally-wha!
Okay, okay, any time I think about my weekly Wal Mart adventure, I can't help but hear Mr. Ghetto's Wal Mart in my head (if you've never heard of it, for the love of all that is good and pure in the world, don't look it up: I mean it, you'll thank me later.)
As a native of Brampton for the first 24 years of my life, experiencing a Wal Mart trip that didn't feel like a blood bath, result in an argument with the cashier, or left me wondering how I managed to escape the parking lot without an insurance claim didn't seem possible until I moved almost an hour north of B-town.
My experience at the Aurora location is always painless: I'm able to get in and out, the cashiers don't give me a hard time when I'm price matching with Flipp, and it's by far the cleanest Wal Mart location I've ever been to.
They have a growing array of international food products that fulfill the needs of this 'Portuguese' raised gal who really wants to recreate Vovo's sopas or cozido at home (while Avo is at her own house an hour away), and still sing to my Asian cuisine lovin' self, too.
See you this Sunday, Wally!
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