I needed sheets, towels and pillow cases. But in Kodiak, Alaska where I live, the choices for linens can be summed up in one word: Wal-Mart. So I climbed into my late model Subaru and drove to the giant box store, never realizing the life lesson waiting for me.The cash register rang up a total of $250. I felt a little sheepish buying so much from a store that is bashed to pieces in the movie Wal-Mart: The High Cost of Low Price. Yet my guilt was quickly displaced with gratitude toward the clerk who cheerfully went beyond the call of duty more »
