Love is when you get home from the beloved and sacred grounds of Walmart. Those crispy spicy Doritos just shines in your grocery bag. The sound of the register. $3.99, perfect price. The sound of your engine peeling out if those small parking spaces. As you walk into your home you eyes fill with tears. As you know you just ate those delicious red treats on your ride home. You cry for now you have no tasty snacks for those HBO episodes. You wipe you face. Your eyes burn. Time to go back to Walmart.