A Late-Evening Walmart Excursion
A few nights ago, I trekked down to my local Walmart to buy paintbrushes.
(In case you need evidence)
While I was there, I checked out the pitiful clothing department. For the sake of full disclosure, I confess that I bought a pair of Miami Dolphins lounge pants.
(I hope there is no dirty bomb in these comfort trousers.)
Anyways, two things caught my eye; 1) the Walmart clothing line called George 2) the dreadful dressing rooms.
George is not a name for a clothing line. Sorry. I have a Greek friend. His name is George. He is one of my favorite people. But his fashion sense is god awful. The clothing line George is even worse.
The coolest part of this story? The following morning, I read an article in the WSJ about Walmart struggling with their clothing line because 1) “George” has zero brand recognition. And 2) the clothing department, including the dressing rooms, are a freaking mess!
