I heard someone say once, that men unknowingly decide where to shop for almost anything, based on what food is near by. Need new shoes? Hit the Shoe Carnival next to the Chinese buffet. Need spark plugs? They got a Taco Bell right next to the Autozone. Well, let me go ahead and add my two cents worth. I do this in full conscience. I don't even understand a dude that does not consider what food is around some pain in the ass errand he has been corn-holed into doing. I absolutely HATE Office Depot, but I love Chick Fillet. So I suck it up, and actually get excited about the biscuit I'm gonna knock down after (or before) I grab that copy paper. Today, I had to go to Walmart. But I knew they have a McDonald's inside, and I would be tearing up a double quarter with cheese before Ol' Sam Walton got his. Note: Did you know that Bill Gates was NOT the richest man in America, until the day that Sam Walton died? I think people knew Sam was rich, but he kept a lid on his shit. Gates must be a bragger. Sam was a pimp.
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