Walmart Shaming: Chewed Up Chicken Bone on a Snackeez!

For whatever reason, my friend Shea always finds the best (or worst depending on your point of view) that Walmart has to offer. On her last visit, she was lucky enough to experience a gentleman hoisting his foot up on the same conveyor belt she was loading her groceries on. Evidently, the young man's laces had come untied and, food schmood, there was no time like the present to correct the situation.

On her most recent adventure, Shea sent an image of an end cap display she discovered at the Skyland location. I erroneously assumed she wanted to illustrate how 'Snackeeze!' is further evidence of 'Muricans laziness because, after all, the fusion of a glass and bowl suggests we now demand convenience while we SNACK.

Evidently, that's a topic for another day because I was very wrong as to Shea's intent:

I was so enraptured with the tranquility this product promised would be mine when I next snacked, that I totally missed the gnawed-up chicken bone someone took the trouble of threading through the straw.