My trip to Sam’s Club

I’m greeted at the entrance by a white guy with half his vest around his neck. He’s leaning against the doorframe, not really looking at the line of people coming in. “ Ya. You good.”. I put my Sam’s club card back into my wallet. He doesn’t wave me through or look up, I suspect he might be psychic. But then I can smell cough drops trying to cover something and guess it’s probably a hangover. This is awesome, it’s only 7:00 PM and I’m being greeted by a drunk. Welcome to Walmart - wholesale.