Nightmare on Main Street

Blank, vacant stares
Indecision
Slow, aimless wandering
Confusion

Something strange has happened here.

Something….eerie. Something….sinister.

What’s become of the color safe bleach? Who moved the pantyhose? Mrs. Wilson, pounding her forehead, clutching a coupon in a clinched fist, hopes beyond hope that somehow, some way, she’ll divine the location of the 8 oz French cut green beans two for a dollar. Mothers, mouths agape in bewilderment, push empty carts, like lost tourists in a strange land, stopping mid-reach for what used to be the three-pack of Scott Towels, finding it now to be the family sized tub of Miracle Whip. Even the mind-numbing squeak of the off kilter wheels on the shopping carts sound different.

Wal-Mart remodels and the town stands still.