Unclean, unclean!!!

I bought a new choke for my 12 ga Sat night, but I feel bad about it as it was purchased at Wally World. But $20 for a choke tube? Gawd, that devil on my shoulder strangled the angel on the other in the time it took for me to look at the price tag. I feel dirty, like I just read a bunch of Bukowski. My hands needed washing, but there was nowhere to do it. No matter, it's unlikely I would have found a wire brush and rough soap, which is what is required after patronizing Wally World or partaking of Bukowski's prose or poetry.
It all looked very innocent, but it was definitely a Mickey Rourke moment. The tube was cheap, but I feel cheaper. Oh, well. Hopefully I kill a Turkey next week.