Q-Tips, Door-Greeters, and Vidal Sassoon

To the local Wal-Mart Supercenter, Young Skywalker and I went today. Run out of Jumbo-sized Q-Tips, I had. To re-stock his large cache of hair-care products, Young Skywalker needed. Down to only a two-months supply of Vidal Sassoon styling gel, conditioner, hairspray, mousse, detangler, silker reconstructor, and shampoo he was. Still plenty of the other 70 products he has. Posted a guard at the door they had. A "door-greeter" they call him. Why him they chose to guard the door, I know not. Very old he was. Taken him even without using the Force, I could have. Also, no weapons he had. Protect a Wal-Mart from the Sith or attacking armies of droids, without weapons, how can he? Stand guard with only that little blue vest with the big smiley face on it, for protection, he did. "Just a minute there, Sonny." to Young Skywalker he said, "bring your monkey in here, you cannot." A monkey! I hate it, when happen this does. So, jump to my defense, did Young Skywalker? Explain to the man that a monkey I am not, did he? What think do you? "He's a Seeing-Eye monkey, yo." "Oh, Ok then go in you can." Stupid, smart-alec, Young Skywalker! Like a monkey I am not! Much cuter I am. Less hair I have. Throw my poop around I do not. Immediately with the Force, a wedgie I administered on Young Skywalker. Tolerate the monkey jokes I will not.