I stopped at Walmart last night. It was on my way home from work, I needed toilet paper and cleaning supplies (and perhaps candy & lots of it) so I decided, instead of driving out of the way to my beloved Loblaw's, to stop at Walmart to see what the new SuperCenter had to offer. As I walked in, a Walmart employee started to say, “Welcome” to me, but coughed instead. Actually, coughed isn't quite the word for it. It was kind of like a, “Welcome to Walcough cough hack hack aaaaaggghhhh hack cough.” And then his lung fell out at my feet. Without missing a beat (because I am so much cooler than your average Walmart shopper), I carefully maneuvered my cart around his lung and went about my shopping while Typhoid Merl spread his disease.