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Matt the Electrician - For Angela

Matt’s open letter to Wal-Mart’s customer complaint department to heap praise upon an employee who helped him in his time of need.

So still running from an earlier jump start
I drove on down the road for the first time in my life
Praying that I’d see a Wal-Mart

Now, normally your store is like virus, like Miley Cyrus
In a teen magazine
Every five miles on the road, like a toad
A monstrous amphibian on the horizon
Entirely blocking out the sun

But today Murphy’s law was riding shotgun, I didn’t see one
For forty-seven point five miles

I love this song.