This Walmart, in a very desolate sub-urban stretch of Eglington and Pharmacy, is a massive compound complete with grocery, furnishings and automotive repair, and dwells in the shadow of an impossibly tall cellphone tower, one that looms ominously over the bustling parking lot.

When I was standing underneath, dark clouds began to cluster like low hanging fruit in the sky, blocking out the afternoon sun that was previously turning the asphalt into one expansive frying pan, littered with cars and shopping carts.

What if those clouds proclaimed the way for a terrifying storm of violent winds and rain? I wonder just how sturdy of a construction was bestowed upon this tower, and if toppled, would anyone still be able to whisper out a call for help inside its brutal, tangled mess of steel and wire?

I went inside and bought two king size pillows for my queen size bed.