So it seems that today’s Walmarts are so vast and cavernous that denizens of Oklahoma have taken to cooking methamphetamine there, bubbling speedy brew in the friendly Waltonian confines, until their public chemistry experiments are belatedly noted and aborted by party-pooping badge-and-gun people.
On Thursday, one Elizabeth Alisha Greta Halfmoon entered a Tulsa Walmart about noon. Six hours later she was still there. It was then that security officers managed to notice that she was “acting suspicious.” Summoned Tulsa police officers discovered that Halfmoon was cooking methamphetamine: she had stationed herself “to the back of the store near restrooms, where she began mixing ingredients, Tulsa Police Corporal Scott Anderson said.”
“When I saw her she had just finished mixing sulfuric acid with starter fluid in a bottle,” reported Officer David Shelby. “She didn’t have the money to make the purchases of the chemicals that were needed so she was taking what was needed in the bottle.”
Officer Shelby said: “When firefighters were on the scene she made statements to them that is what she was doing, she was attempting to obtain these chemicals and was in the process of trying to manufacture meth. However, she said she was not very good at it.”
Jessica Fuentes, who was with her one-year-old son, was in tears when she found out, and told Fox: “This is a family store. People need to start thinking. If she has family she needs to think about her family.
“If you are broke go out and get a job. It’s just wrong.”
Apparently this Fuentes person is suggesting that Halfmoon should have secured a job—at, say, somewhere like Walmart—in order to generate sufficient funds to allow her to erect a meth lab in her own home. Which I suppose makes sense in some sort of Reality or other.
The Tulsa World suggests there may have been a Casualty:
One officer may have been burned by sulfuric acid that had resulted from a chemical reaction in the box of items taken from the scene, [Officer} Anderson said. Officer Richard Urban told officers he felt a burning sensation on his hand through his leather glove as he was carrying evidence from the scene, Anderson said. Urban removed his glove and washed off the substance, leaving no visible injury, Anderson said.
When an unspecified catastrophe overtakes New York, the sole survivor, Mr. Lecky, takes refuge in a cavernous department store, which has also escaped destruction.There he finds everything he needs to live out his days in luxury—until he discovers that he is not alone. An intruder, a monstrous apelike creature, stalks the product-cluttered aisles bent on, Lecky is convinced, killing him so that it can take possession of the store’s vast spoils.In a panic, Lecky races to the gun department, arms himself, and hunts down and shoots his adversary. Bleeding and dying, the creature becomes pitiful, whimpering like a lost child.After it has finally died, Lecky works up the courage to approach the corpse and turns its face to the light[.] It was himself he had shot; he was the monster.