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8 Dec 2010

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

Written by sally @ 4:21 pm — Section: sally

Today I was in a semi-rural area outside of Jackson, and next to the place I was going (see, I could tell you where I was going, but it is boring, so I will just NOT tell you and make it sound more interesting, ok?) was a Wal-Mart. What is noteworthy is that there were hardly any cars there. After I was done with my uninteresting, yet mysterious errand, I went in to buy paper towels. It was sort of like I was new to the United States and seeing Wal-Mart with fresh eyes.

There were freakish people there! Like an old lady with long, long blond hair, styled in the fashion of 70s Miss Piggy, who was wearing a fur-trimmed coat. She was not steering her buggy very well, and almost crashed into me. There were LOTS of people riding Rascals. It made me wonder how many Rascals they have at that Wal-Mart because I saw at least five people tooling around in them. I did see a lady with a prosthetic leg, but SHE was pushing a regular buggy. Probably because there were no Rascals available.

I wandered around and looked at the lamps because I am in semi-need of a cheap lamp. I was examining my $10 options when I noticed that on a nearby shelf there was an array of busted-open packaging, obviously discarded after the stuff was pocketed:
1. packaging for a Casio watch
2. packaging for K-Y Intense

Look, I admire someone who wants to know what time it is AND make sure everyone is satisfied.

3 Responses to “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?”

  1. poobou said:

    I cannot begin to say how much I love that combo. “Awww yeah, you KNOW what time it is…”

  2. Kim said:

    Your blog is funny. Walmart is always an adventure. There must be a network of some sort for people who choose to use the Rascals instead their legs… I never imagined this phenomenon extended to other people’s WMs. How very interesting.

    The other thing is, freakish is a matter of perspective. I realized this a few weeks ago while I was shopping there and a young woman with black eyeliner over half an inch thick (top AND bottom) wearing clothing that exposed her voluptuous belly and other fleshy parts was laughing about a freakish Walmart customer, “Look, she even brought her own shopping bags.”

    That would have been me.

  3. Sally said:

    I generally stay away from Wal-Mart, but the empty parking lot lured me in. It was worth it.