My sister and her adult son were bickering.
"I cannot believe you sent me to that Wal-Mart of yours," he sniffed. Hailing from Seattle, where haughtily sneering at Wal-Mart is the default setting, I naturally assumed that's where the kid was coming from. But no.
"That is the most ghetto Wal-Mart I've ever seen. The stupidest people ever. My Wal-Mart is way better."