Alright, listen—listen—LISTEN. I'm seeing "is Walmart open on Easter" trending. C'mon, boss. Don't do that. Don't… don't *ask* that. You know what that tells me? That tells me you’ve got a plan for Easter, right? You’ve got the ham, you’ve got the little pastel eggs, you’ve got the... the *vibes*. And then, last minute, something goes wrong. Always does. You forgot the rolls. Or the gravy. Or, God forbid, the chocolate bunny with the eyes missing.
And now you’re on the MiTL feed, panicking, trying to figure out if the one place that has *everything* is even gonna let you in. You think the Waltons are sitting around, like, "Hmm, should we open the gates to the hungry masses on a major holiday?" Respectfully… yes. Of course, they are. They're Walmart. That's a lifestyle. You think they close for anything other than, like, an actual meteor strike? You want the truth or the version that makes you feel better? The truth is, they're always there, waiting. For your forgotten rolls. For your emergency chocolate. For your desperate, last-minute, "My family is judging me" run. And you know what? We're all gonna be there too. Just… don't look at me. I'm not judging. I'm observing. Hit the button. HIT the button!