Yesterday I made a furtive trip to WalMart. I have to be furtive. What if someone sees me? I did drive a little classic (well, mid-70s) convertible Italian sports car to the venue, though I otherwise kept a low profile. But, what a surprise. I had one more isle to go when a harried looking WalMart guy shouted over to me: "Sorry sir, you have to leave everything! We're evacuating the store!" I whined a little, put some more nuts in my basket, but eventually obeyed and followed the throng. Once outside we were shuffled across the parking lot eventually ending up against the walls of MacDonalds. Suspicious package. Terror. Bomb. Muslims, they hate us for our parking lots, no doubt.
We milled anxiously in the restaurant parking lot -- some went inside to get even fatter and perhaps loose even more mobility.
"Hey mom! Guess what! I'm in a bomb scare!
The cops begin to swarm:
Other crews arrive (this group looks a little uneasy) :
The media:
And finally, the white trailer!
(Someone near me hissed: they're bringing in the robots. here come the robots)
Once parked it draws a group of odd looking individuals...:
...who appoint one of their kind with the the gruesome task of opening the side door of the trailer:
Only to reveal: ahhh...look at that. Sooo cute! That is just the cutest little robot guy you have ever, ever seen!
This turns out to be the "good" robot after all. The seeing-eye robot, the self-sacrificing little guy (a mere camera on caterpillar tracks who clears the path and makes sure that all is safe for the big "bad" robot.
Big bad robot emerges down a ramp at the back of the trailer:
Meanwhile the little one is boldly trekking down the emptiness in front of the store (see the little dot on the road on the left?):
What? Where? (This might be one not to click on):
There! Bad robot following in the trail of his brother:
I guess he (this one has to be male) blew up whatever it was that seemed so threatening in the parking lot and trundled back to his masters. Big cheers from all that gathered, no obvious signs of a mushroom cloud, interviews are given...:
You may resume your shopping!
We happily waddle back to our interrupted task (Three hours in the blazing New Mexico sun. Nonetheless, our oppressors were merciful. The fire crew brought out canopies for those needing shade, shop employees kept appearing with shopping carts filled with cold water and Gatorade. There was a definite WWII London in the blitz kind of feel in the crowd).
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