Out and Back

I was at the local Wal-Mart last night to pick up a few things, and fortunately I managed to miss the thronging hordes of gamers going after their Playstation 3’s.  I did observe something that made me a little nuts, though: Wal-Mart shoppers don’t seem to be very goal-oriented.  They just wander through the aisles with their carts, stopping to stare for what seems like hours at whatever strikes their fancy.  Me, I like to get in and get out.  It’s bad enough that I’m so broke that the only place I can afford to shop for groceries is Wal-Mart, but when I have to wait for five minutes (I timed it) for some broad to get off her cell phone and move her cart away from the olive oil so I can grab a bottle of Bertolli’s Extra Virgin, I get more than just a little annoyed.

Guess I shouldn’t sweat the small stuff, but damn!