Sure, I made some BBQ and spaghetti sauces from scratch, cleaned the patio, and a few other items around the house, but that was it. The only way it could have been less eventful would have been to OC in Massachusetts New Hampshire while riding a Harley.
Granted, I wasn’t asked by Wal-Mart to conceal my heater, but if I ever was, this is the best way to handle it – cover it, finish your shopping, then wait until you get home to write a letter to their offices. Leaping up on the POS scanner, screaming SHALL NOT BE INFRINGED while delivering a blistering sermon on rights to a manager who’s lucky to be making just north of minimum wage doesn’t help.