I went to Walmart today, just to get out of the house. Walmart is my favorite store, because when I’m there, I could be anyone. As far as anyone else there is concerned, I might be a guy with a great home life. As far as anyone knows, I’m just running an errand for my wife.

Yep, when I’m at Walmart, I’m just a henpecked husband, doing what he’s told.

If only.

Today, there was a huge crowd around the Christmas lights. I hadn’t thought about it before, but this is the last weekend before Thanksgiving, so it makes sense for people to be buying their Christmas lights now.

As for myself, I have not yet made any Thanksgiving plans.

Anyway, I decided that I would pretend to be buying lights for my house (my house is not pretend, though; I live in a three-bedroom condo), like a good husband would be.

So I went and bought four boxes of lights, two extension cords, and a large box of gutter hooks — everything I need to tastefully decorate my home for the holidays.

I took these things home and put them in my garage. I don’t really plan to actually put these lights up; nobody in my condo development would be fooled.

Probably in June or so, I’ll take all these lights — still in their Walmart bags — to Goodwill and drop them off, where they can do somebody some good.

Was it worth the $74.82 to appear to be a family man to a bunch of strangers I’ll never see again? I guess it was at the time, but now I just feel like an idiot.

Isolation Score: 7.5