Went to both kinds of -Marts since they're about a block apart here.
First, women shoppers outnumber men about 100 to 1, and you're in constant peril of being run over, trampled, torn limb from limb, etc., and that was long after the "open at 10pm so you won't have to sleep in the parking lot" sale, like 11 the next morning.
I discovered the only safe haven in the store - the Men's Dept. Nobody there. Except me, three outlaw bikers, four Mexican gangbangers, and one SEAL, each giving the other total respect as one badass to another and all of us petrified to take one step into the high-traffic area of the store. Beyond the flannel shirt rack be dragons! We were rescued one by one as it came time to push the cart some more or go pay.
Have ya ever noticed how quick yer ol' lady can disappear in one of those joints? You can be one foot behind her and - poof! - she's gone, nowhere to be seen. My M.O. is to stop and stand stock still (except for dodging traffic of course) until she reappears. If she doesn't come back in a reasonable length of time, defined as when you think you've been abandoned forever, I start sobbing until someone buys me an ice cream cone and announces on the loudspeaker for her to come get me. That works well.
I got myself another year's worth of fine hiking shoes since they had the kind I love, i.e. $14.99 a pair, and a lovely pocket watch, kinda burnished pewter-lookin' that came with a 1 AAA flashlight, all for $10.48. No wonder them Chinese kids that make this shit are barefoot - how can they make any money at those prices?