The questions. Is this merchandise or someone’s personal doll? Why is it upside down? How is it suspended? How long can a real baby be in this position before it would perish?
The questions come, but the answer is always the same. This is walmart at midnight. Arooooooooooo!
Every time I think walmart has made me regret patronizing their store in every possible way, this happens. I’d say “something like this happens” but it’s not like there’s a theme to why it’s so horrid. It’s a dead baby doll one time, a kid in a tunic another time, a tunic for clothes and not costume, or it’s just a closing of the entire front part of the store, which induces a panic in me that I’d only ever experienced during plane crash nightmares.
Why? This is walmart at midnight.