Walmart is a great place.
You walk in there and you're walking out with just about anything you can imagine.
Tires for your car? Got 'em.
A new stereo? No problem.
And in the case of this Muncie, Ind., Walmart, meth? Yup!
Sooner or later, it had to happen. You cut their Social Security. You cut their medicare. You jack up the price of cigarettes and Depends. Eventually, you hit the breaking point, and Grandma and her posse have to crank (pun not intended...seriously) up a meth lab in the nursing home just to make ends meet.