Mute Girl Runs to Giant Biker in Walmart, Frantically Signing. His Next Words Made the Entire Store Freeze. My shopping cart had a squeaky wheel. That was the biggest problem in my world at 2:30 on a Tuesday. The squeak… squeak… squeak… on the polished white linoleum of the Henderson Walmart was driving me insane. I was in the snack aisle, trying to decide between two brands of pretzels, lost in the kind of mundane, everyday fog we all live in. Then the fog was shattered. It wasn't a loud noise.