I was down in Florida recently, and as usual, had to stop by a Wal-Mart eventually. It was horrible. I heard Spanish more than I heard English. When ordering at their deli, the lady couldn’t understand me. I had to interrupt to employees jabbering in Spanish to ask for some help finding something, since their Wal-Mart layout was different. I walked past one worker who was leaning on his stocking cart and talking on his cell phone.

We’re headed for a war, if you ask me.