The KMart only had safety blades, though: the kind that come in a plastic frame. I looked in the shaving department, I looked in housewares, I looked in auto gear, all over.
I came reeeeally close to just flagging down some staff member and asking for "Razor blades. You know, the kind you slit your wrists with."
I decided that was only hilarious if I asked the right person. Ask the wrong person, and I'd be stuck sitting in KMart until the ambulance arrived to have me committed.
I left for the Food Lion, instead, where I found my razor blades and this fabulous cake wreck: Soul-Searching Santa. I guess he saw some stuff that he's not going to forget right away.
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Hmmm, all the K-Marts left Texas years ago. BTW - the blades are in the automotive aisle.
Yeah, ours is one of the last, I guess. Still kinda a lousy store, but you can use your Sears card.
And I scoured automotive. No blades, but plenty of Betty Boop floormats...
Did you buy that cake? It is so sad! I hope it tastes good.
OMG, that cake is the best, lol!
Yeah we don't have Kmart. Or razor blades. I think my guy has to order them off the internet maybe. So glad you found them. And rescued poor soul searching Santa.
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