Wal-Mart Convenience

Do you have a copy machine? Well certainly, Wal-mart said. And she proved it. I don’t suppose you have a notary, I said hesitantly. I AM a notary, Wal-mart said. She grabbed up her rubber stamp, ready to stamp. I don’t suppose you take blood tests here, I asked. “DNA tests?” She asked, perking up, getting out a DNA kit. “Marriage blood tests,” I said. Bring him over here, Wal-mart said. “I am a reverend as of yesterday, and a justice of the peace as of an hour ago. Blood tests are out. You can marry your brother now.” Wow, Wal-mart! Wow! I grabbed my brother.