Stalker Saturday, when the white trash climbs out from underneath their rocks.  Another beer run to Walmart about about 0030 local time.

This time, when I left the store, I was, as usual, on high alert, but nobody showed.  No one sitting in a car with headlights aimed at me.  No one lurking in the shadows.  I guess they finally got the message.

I had loaded the AR into the truck, along with some spare magazines.  You can never have too much ammunition.  They got the point.