There is nothing more depressing than sitting in DFW's Terminal D, the international terminal, listening to all the flights boarding to exotic locations...Paris, London, Australia...when you are about to board a plane, regional jet I might add, to Bentonville, Arkansas. Seriously, come on.
I sat in Bennigans across from my gate watching passengers board Air France to Amsterdam. I could use Amsterdam. But today will be Arkansas.
Let me depart from B Terminal so I feel a little more pride going to Walmart USA. They did, after all, revolutionize the low price, American bargain shopping experience. Yes, Bentonville would seem much more glamorous if the gate next to me was headed to Topeka, Kansas or Midland, Texas.
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