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Thursday, August 9, 2007
Sliding Down Memory Lane With a Rickety Cart
While shopping at the ever-evil-but-unavoidable-because-it's-the-only-game-in-town Walmart, I took a stroll down the clearance aisle, which I normally avoid because it is just a repository of broken, some-pieces-missing merchandise. I glanced on a shelf and saw this, or at least part of it, the pins and ball were missing. I had totally forgotten it, but suddenly I was no longer in a smelly, messy, junk aisle, I was 7 or 8 and playing with my sister, getting mad because the stupid wind-up ball never had the power to knock down the pins. I would have bought it, but as I said, all the best parts were missing.