That is the landscape every single day at the Wal-Mart here in Boone, Iowa. We have Des Moines River rednecks, racing fans, second-stringers for "My 600-lb life", meth-heads, teenage bi-sexual gothics, and loads of ancient people smelling of analgesic cream and sporting fashions from 30 years ago and BASS shoes. I'm not kidding inn the least. If you are ever unfortunate enough to visit this festering little pustule of a town, stop in and see for yourself.