Late Nights in Wal Mart

  My Daughter and her cousin go skating every friday nite, which lasts until eleven o”clock, so we usually find something to do rather than drive all the way home and back. We have been having dinner with my wife’s brother and his wife, which kills a little time, but still leaves us looking for something to do for an hour or so.

  Thank God for Wal Mart, it’s open 24hrs a day, and provides free entertainment for the masses. If you want to have some fun, stroll into your local store about ten-ish on a Friday night. You will see things you did not know existed in the free world, let alone your neighborhood.

  All colors, shapes, sizes, and economic levels of society dwell within these walls. We saw a friend of my daughter, a 17 y-o boy wearing spongebob pj’s while shopping. He walked up and spoke, as if nothing was out of place, needless to say, the bil and I laughed hysterically.

There are always the folks that don’t know even spandex has its limits, and have on way too little clothing for their ampleness. Why is it that the ones wearing the shirts proclaiming “Hottie” are always the furthest from being so? One lady in her forties went by wearing a belly shirt and hip huggers, she had so much skin hanging out, it looked a biscuit can had popped open and the dough was escaping. Her man was just as bad, he had a really bad combover, a six inch gap between his shirt and pants, and sandals with socks.

The crowning glory of the night had to be the woman in line wearing a zebra print housecoat, large pink rollers in her hair, and fuzzy purple bedroom shoes. She was chewing gum, talking into a Bluetooth, and trying to function while sporting at least six inch nails that curved around at odd angles.

It’s no wonder the rest of the world hates us.

 They are sooo jealous.