I love Wal-Mart after midnight. Went in one night with Tim and the wives and a bunch of friends all gacked out and as soon as I got the cart I started stumbling in a pidgeon toed walk slapping my chest with the back of my hand yelling "YANI, WHERE MY YANI!!" She didn't talk to me for a week , kinda like the "Moo" incident at Sky Harbor airport in Phoenix....