Yes, another rant about Wal-Mart. There’s so much to write about it, this is why it gets its own series.
So, I was in Wal-Mart the other day, looking at Christmas stuff. I went early in the morning as per usual, to avoid dumb people, or so I thought. It seemed awfully crowded for a weekday morning; I don’t know what was up at all, probably just getting to be Christmas season. But anyway, the main aisle was full of your usual assorted Wal-Mart weirdos; ten year old skipping school, obese mothers, old people staring at you, etc. So, I went directly to the Christmas decorations, which consists of several aisles, most of which were empty except for a few people.
Ever notice how being alone in an aisle seems to attracts people like flies? “Oh, look they are looking at something, now I want it too!” seems to be what these creeps are thinking. And I don’t like it. Pick something up, and watch their eyes follow the object. Then you turn your back and BAM they pick out same thing and put it in their cart. It seems people don’t have their own taste, and must rely on YOU. Yay! They do say imitation is the best form of flattery, though.
So this happened to me in Wal-Mart. I’m alone in this aisle, and all the sudden it’s like, three people are in this aisle, slowly creeping up on me, sneaking glances over my shoulder as to what I am looking at. I wasn’t even planning on buying anything, I was just looking. The smothering effect was incredible. I had to get my butt out of there. On to the next aisle…
In this aisle were stockings. Not so bad you may be thinking. But what I saw was more horrifying than anyone could imagine. Just think of your eyes being burned out, same effect as what I saw. Something no one should be exposed to. It was… *sob*… a Justin Bieber stocking. Just picture his little douchebag face staring at you. And then under this shelf was, Justin Bieber ornaments… with the same douchey pout on his face. That was enough. I had it for the day. That’s nothing I want to see for Christmas. Or anytime, for that matter…
I left after that with the horrifying image of that girly face staring at me. Just out of curiosity, I wonder how many of those stockings will be left after the Christmas clearout? I’ll have to check, and then I’ll have another rant for Tales of Wal-Mart!
