April 11, 2010

Does Anyone Else HATE To Go To Wal-Mart? Like REALLY HATE To Go?

I was assaulted at Wal-Mart. By white trash. Repeatedly.

She was on the phone the whole time even though she had an entire red-neck entourage trailing her.

....that's BULLSHIT! You don't think you gonna say you gonna buy me those tires and just change your mind! I need those fucking tires, Randy, don't know how many times.....

And mercifully she faded away. Half an hour later I meet her and she's still on the phone only now she's singing...

...♫♫Yeah, tootsie roll, let me see that tootsie roll, get up and roll, just make that tootsie♫♫...

Later when I was in line, here she comes STILL ON THE PHONE and gets in line behind me.

...gonna have a ruder waking when he gets home! Hell no! Took his Xbox, Playstation, Wii, radio, TV, and the Blu-ray player!

I try in vain to ignore her but she's just so fucking LOUD!

...No, get one, girl! I want a Chiuaua! What? Fuck that, you tell that asshole landlord that upstairs has a damn cat, why can't you have a little dog?!?! Hell, it's the same damn thing!...

Good God in a what I can only pray is a Wal-Mart-less Heaven, please don't ever let me be stuck in the same 100,000 square foot building with this woman ever again.


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