I felt it within a minute of walking into the store.
There was an imbalance, something was just slightly awry. Nothing real obvious, just a sense, a change in the air. I began to have flashbacks to my days in the trenches. Those days were over twenty years ago, yet I still feel the after-effects at times such as this morning. In Wal-Farts.
The loud pomposity, the endless games of "Marco Polo", the addressing of me as "Darlin'", "Child", and my favorite: "Little Lady".
Those were the days of my tour of duty in the hotel biz. Four years spent working at the strategically placed first hotel on the interstate North of the Colorado-New Mexico border. We were like the gateway to all who flooded into our state for vacation, and none of them vacationed more than The Texans. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the money they bring into our state, but it could be grueling work. And I have since learned that they're not all loud and pompous, they're not all "Little Lady" and "Honey Chil'". Just most of the ones that come here for Spring Break.
Yep, it's spring break in Texas. I could feel it in Wal-Farts today.