I went to Wal-Mart today. I'm not proud of it, but I won't try and hide it. I needed some cheap, yet sturdy, shelves. I got out my map and off I went. I wasn't sure how hard it would be to find. I immerged from the subway dazed and confused, my usual state . I took a quick refresher with my map and off I went. As soon as I rounded the corner (onto Lin Yi Lu) there it was, in all it's oversized, American glory: a giant Wal-Mart sign. I went in to find the entire main floor full of food. Chinese food! There were turtles, crabs, ells and a variety of fish... all live. What caught my eye were the eels as they poked their heads out of the water, gasping for breath.
I found some shelves with drawers on the more American second floor. Perfect for my clothes but would I be able to get it home? No problem, I paid for the shelves then took my shopping cart out to the curb and jumped in a cab. The shelves fit perfectly in back and I hopped in front. I showed the driver my address (conveniently written in Chinese by my roommate) and off we went. Mission accomplished.
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