Addiction
The first time I stopped at Buds in Longview, Texas, to see what the store was like, a large crowd had gathered, waiting for the doors to open. I joined them and heard a young lady make a strange comment. “When I reached for it, a man bit my thumb.” No sooner had she made the commented than the doors were unlocked, and everyone began to run toward the back of the store, where returned items from Walmart were marked down to very low prices. Merchandise began to fly off the shelves and into shopping buggies. No one took the time to inspect the items. That day I learned how to shop in a store where the prices were so low that I felt like a rich person who could buy whatever I wanted. I continued going for two years until Bud died and the store closed. During those two years, I began to understand the strange comment I had heard that first day. A man stepped on a girl’s fo...