Yor see, with all this walking around in each store, I now head straight for those little old gimpy morotized wheelchairs next to the door. I zip over to the toy section and not finding the Avenger...the disease sets in and I sit there for a few minutes seething and then I leave. Now, here is the cure part. I am so involved with my disease, on the way back to the door the disease affects my driving that little cart.......blam, I crash into a display, in drugs, then ....blam, I hit another display in housewares.....blam, the cereal aisle with Post Toasties everywhere. Now I'm feeling better. By the time I reach the door, I'm cured. I park the cart as the loundspeaker starts calling for stock help in the sections I was juist visisting.
I hope my Wally's, either stocks the Avenger before they post my picture next to the door.

TTT