This place is crazy!! It has literally become like crack cocaine for the masses. This is the only place where you can buy underwear, a rifle, McDonalds, get your eyes checked and your nails done. I do not know what scares me more about this place; the people who work there, the people who shop there or the fact that some how I find myself there at least once every two weeks? First, can anyone explain the old person that they have set up to check the bags as you exit? What is the point of this? Who the hell is this relic really going to stop if that alarm goes off? This position is held by either a woman who was old enough to pour the wine at the last supper or a kid who does not have the physical prowess to be the cart boy. Are we to believe that there is no one else employed in the building that can swap with these people to make their life a little easier? Second, why does it always seem like I have seen the majority of the other customers on an episode of COPS? I know that I am not pretty on the eyes but these guys look like they could have been just let out for recess at sing-sing. Between tattooed tear drops and denim jackets, it is a scary place. Third, when did it become acceptable to leave the house in pajama pants or sweat pants? If you are browsing the aisles of Wal-Mart at 2:30 in the afternoon on a Tuesday, most likely time is not an issue in your life. It wasn't like you were running out the door to drop off that big proposal and couldn't press your suit in time. For the love of God, put on jeans, slacks... anything but something that I would be embarrassed to be seen in by anyone but my wife. It is called self respect people, get it, find it, buy it.. whatever.
The funny part is... I am sure I will have to stop up there before the weekend is out...
Is it hot in here or am I Crazy?
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