Back to Walmart

We had to go to Wal-Mart here in town again tonite for yet another pack of batteries. For the "Hair Gems" machine. That place looked like it had been pillaged by the 50%-off-vikings or something else barbaric. It was a mess!

I like to look at the bath supplies (you know the ones, they only have the good bath sets at Christmas). I found the body spray bottles with no tops, some of them had no sprayers. I picked up a body wash bottle to sniff the "Gingerbread" scent and got a slimy hand because some idiot used the same hand to close the bottle that they had apparently sqeezed body wash into (probably thinking it was lotion). The only toys and electronic goodies left were obviously repackaged using scotch tape and no forethought.

You could only imagine the neanderthal-like behavior on Christmas Eve in that place! (I was in Tupelo for the pillaging, thank you very much.)

I was in our home town Wal-Mart for about an hour on Christmas Eve, though, we had to get some stocking stuffers. There was some kid in there who was obviously mentally handicapped. He was probably 12 or so. He kept following me. We went to the DVD's and there he was ogling over my shoulder while making strange giggling and/or cooing noises. I passed it off as a too crowded aisle. But then , he would take a few steps, spin like a fairy in a jewelry box and come back and "sneak-up" on me. Then we went to toys. And there he was again. Giggling and spinning. He waltzed up to me and stood there grinning, teeth shining. I looked back , but I wasn't kind. Somebody's mama needs to put them in the cart. Where was mama? Probably hiding. After I looked at him, he tilted his head and walked past me, looked back again and went around the corner. Still cooing.

Maybe I was cruel, but I wanted to get done and get the heck out of there. It was filling up fast. Every man for himself.

Nonetheless, it is over. b-r-e-a-t-h-e. I can now that we have the batteries.