The other day I was in the housewares section at Wal-Mart and I saw something fairly weird. Not surprising, because it’s Wal Mart and chances are good that you’ll see four hick-weddings and a funeral when you walk down those aisles at the right time.

Honestly, Wal-Mart is like flypaper. You’re going to find the same toothless, drawling oafs in a Maine Wal-Mart as you would in a Tennessee one. There must be a particular retail pheromone present that attracts people who constantly smell like their own sister’s minge.

That’s not to say that everyone who shops at Wal-Mart wears straw-hats on Saturdays. Heck, I shop there, and I’m normal. Right? However, much like the relationship between rectangles and squares: not every Wal-Mart shopper is a hayseed, but every hayseed is a Wal-Mart shopper.

Back to the point of this post, which really has very little to do with clientele and everything to do with decorum. A certain yokel was looking at a blender, and I saw her remove the tape, open the flaps on the box, and inspect the product–I’d assume for breakage. I briefly considered giving this lady the stink-eye, but then I had a brief Vietnam flashback to my childhood, where I vaguely remember one of my parents doing this.

So the question is on you: is opening a package a violation of the sanctity of a product, or is it merely another helpful tool in the shopper’s arsenal?