The Wal-Mart, Tampons & Perverts

Is there anything more exciting than going to the grocery store? 

 

By grocery store, of course I mean Hell Wal-Mart.

 

Hell Wal-Mart, although created and maintained by Satan himself, is still the one stop shopping spot when one is nearly out of everything in one’s house.

 

Where else can you go get an air-filter for the heat pump, cat food, a gallon of paint in sunburst orange, tampons and frozen pizza all in one place?

 

Well, I suppose you get actually get everything at a regular grocery story but the paint.

And I could have gone to Lowe’s for that, but where’s the fun in that? 

 

Wal-Mart on a Sunday afternoon is not fun. 

 

There are way too many bratty kids running wild up and down the aisles.  They are either screaming for something they want… or screaming about something they didn’t get.

 

To this I say… shock collar.  It will shut the little whiner up.

 

I talked my sister into accompanying me on this little Sunday afternoon escapade.  She apprehensively agreed.

 

I’m not sure if it’s just my local Wal-Mart or if it’s all of them.  But I’ve totally noticed; some of the people who work there are just not friendly looking.

 

And just yesterday, I found out a perv works in our version of hell.

 

Me & the sis get to the check out counter and are standing there waiting for this dude to ring up our paint, tampons, frozen pizza & cat food. 

 

He was sort of just running the things over the scanner with this goofy-half-assed-smile on his face.   Freaky boy looked almost orgasmic.  Like he had a blow up doll under his register or something.

 

Then I realized what he was goofy-half-assed-smiling about.

 

He was looking down my sister’s shirt.

 

I realized this when he told her the total for her stuff and he talked to her tits instead of looking up at her.

 

Now, I don’t dig perverts.  Especially when they’re using a family member as their potential wet dream.

 

And I didn’t mean to be rude… well, yes, actually I did… when I said:

“Hey, brother.  Here eyes are up there.”