You are chilling in your living room when you realise you still don't have milk from that time when your dad forgot to buy it when he left. You get onto your tricycle and pedal your way to Walmart, the eldritch abomination of a supermarket which has sales on all products. The sales don't matter too much anyway because of inflation. You arrive in the Walmart "valet parking" and enter the supermarket. What will you do?