Wonders of Walmart

I journaled this morning about my fear that I'd lost my sense of wonder at the world. After reading a particular devotional thought, I realized that I don't spend much time at all contemplating things that are too wonderful for me to comprehend. If I can't get my mind around something, I'm generally pretty content to just let it be and recognize that God is so much bigger than my small mind. However, an afternoon trip to the ghetto WalMart today seems to have reawakened my sense of wonder.
Well, actually, I think it started this morning when I watched a very long funeral procession go by and noticed that instead of the usual parking lights turned on to mark them as mourners, they were all driving with their flashers!
Anyway, back to WallyWorld. First, there was the strange little woman in the parking lot that faked me out. She was putting a cart in the cart-keeper, and I mistakenly assumed she would finish her task in a timely manner, get in her car, and drive away. So, I paused and waited to take her space. (Ghetto Walmart is crowded even in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon!) However, when she'd put the cart away, she walked across the parking aisle to another cart, rounded it up, and put it away, too. By this point, I'd figured out that it was pointless to wait on her, but I was fascinated to see her heading for another as I turned down the next row. This was NOT a Walmart employee mind you.
As I parked my car, and checked my purse to make sure I had my list and my phone with me, I saw another "wondrous" site, a full grown man in a pickup truck pulled into the spot next to me. He looked normal enough, dressed in a gray t-shirt (the softest kind!) and khaki shorts, but I noticed something odd as he headed off across the parking lot (we were parked a significant distance from the entry). He wasn't wearing any shoes! None, at all! He'd driven his truck to Walmart, gotten out, and danced (it was black asphault on a 95 degree day afterall!) toward the entrance. I'm assuming they let him inside in his barefoot state because I didn't pass him coming back out as I headed for the door. How does one decide that it's appropriate to just go walking through Walmart (much less the parking lot!) without shoes on?!
I don't think I have time to recount for you the "wonder"ful sites I encountered in the Walmart aisles, but suffice it to say, I am duly convinced that there are very few things one cannot buy at Walmart, except for the rock shaped hide-a-key for which I was hunting, of course!
My excursion was only complete when I had made my purchases and stepped toward the exit only to be greeted by a sweet little man in a blue vest who interrupted his lively conversation with a man who was obviously an Elvis impersonator without his jumpsuit long enough to wish me "G'day!"
G'day indeed! :-)