The spread of Walmart is like a plague of low-costs.
Gordon Gecko retired from Wall Street and got a job at Walmart. “Greet,” he said, “is good.”
Where will Trump get his border fence? A: Walmart.
I would die for shopping. I’m a Walmartyr.
Someone who gets crushed to death shopping on Black Friday, aka a Walmartyr.
Someone who gets run over at a Black Friday sale: Wal-Martyr.
The Hindi-speaking Walmart greeter became rich: he namasté great fortune.