Yesterday evening as a made a rare and very dreaded trip to Walmart here in Searcy, I was reminded why I despise the thought of having to make this venture yet again. For starters, theres the rush hour traffic on Race Street (very appropriately named) which in and of itself is enough to make a preacher cuss the cook at a chicken fried social. Then when I exit the (Race) track into the Walmart parking lot, I realize they are holding the semi-monthly Hillbilly-Rama Demolition Derby for the mentally challenged! So after almost being taken out for the second time within the first 30 seconds of the extravaganza, I decided to just settle for the first parking spot I could find, even if it was actually closer to Bald Knob than it was to the front entrance to good ole Wallyworld. Then after a relaxing game of Frogger (live edition), I finally made it inside the Sam Walton Memorial Hospital for the mentally insane, by then I was to the point of pretty much feeling like maybe I should just check myself in and stay a while. Well after deciding to settle for an outpatient visit then bolt back to the safety of my little spot back out in the country, I was almost finnished with my shopping list when I came to the milk cooler only to find an elderly gentleman enjoying a plreasant little chat on his cell phone while leaning on his buggy which happened to be parked broadside in front of the door to the cooler. Well I mustered up my last ounce of patience to wait for him to notice me because, afterall he was elderly and I was taught, as a child to respect my elders. Obviously the little 25ish year old girl, that bolted past me, as the old gentleman finally noticed me standing there and started to move out from in front of the door, was not taught the same set of manners. To add insult to injury, when she got the cooler door open, I guess she decided it was time for a breather, because she stood, very methodically, removing several jugs of milk to carefully inspect the dates on them....The trip back home is still sorta fuzzy, because by this time I was pretty much numb from the whole adventure. To the 25ish year old girl at the milk cooler and all the other people I have encountered of the approximate same age during my 12 or so years here in Searcy...Im not saying that your entire generation is that rude and self-centered, but if the shoe fits, take the d@mn thing off, throw it in the garbage where it belongs, and find yourself another pair of shoes!!! Rant over :/
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 22:51:53 +0000
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