That Wal*Mart...
"God I hate Georgia. Does everyone have to wear camoflaug hats and shirts?" My sister, on an obvious menstral tangant, blurts out loudly in the middle of the isle at Super Wal*Mart.
I don't bring up the fact that Angela is guilty of wearing camoflaug at one point or another.
"Not everyone is wearing camoflaug," I say, looking around at the people who hear my sister's ranting. As I look around, I count ten people who are wearing camoflauge hats and shirts, and make an observation of my own: two-thirds of these people are undeniably fat.
"They are fat though. Everyone in this Super Wal*Mart is fat as hell," I say, in an honest attempt to make my sister smile through her affliction.
"You're right!" She beams, stooping slightly and giggling just enough so her shoulder-length earrings jiggle. "You're so mean!"
As we wander about the store, I dwell on my not-so-recent observation and my illeged meanness. I've always known that the people who peruse Wal*Mart tend to be over weight, at least in the south. I've never bothered to look at the statistics, nor have I bothered to inquire why this may be so. But to squeeze past people in aisles that are clearly wider than most other grocery store aisles, and to browse the "plus sized" clothing area to find no less than 4X t-shirts featuring Hip-Hop Tweety Bird saying a whimsically pathetic remark like, "Oh no you didn't!" or, "I Just Don't Care," makes one wonder at Wal*Mart's obvious catering to the obese.
Among the above are deal seeking soccer moms who sport two or three shopping carts full of great prices and unbearable screaming children. These aisle-blockers, armed with calculators, large purses and diaper bags, are the heros of our story, loud and present, backhand ready for unruley kids. It is somewhat admirable that these women can juggle so many shopping carts, shush children, and bust through the store victorious that they have saved so much money and speed away in their SUVs and mini vans without a scratch.
I always leave Wal*Mart feeling as though I received a great deal, almost as if I stole something. However, amongst the feeling of saving that extra three dollars that I may have spent at Target, I also get the distinct feeling that I may have become a great deal trashier than I may have been upon entry. Is this mean? Probably. Is this also true? I'm pretty much convinced it is. Do I completely halt my shopping at Wal*Mart? I've tried, but to live in America, it is very hard for one to NOT shop at this store. One can buy groceries, furniture, home and dorm furnishings, soaps, hunting gear and tampons. The necessities that this store offers is luring, at times even more so than my beloved Target.
I choose Target for my shopping most of the time. When one walks into Target, it seems like a breath of fresh air. The walls can be touched without fear of placing a finger in a foreign substance, the floor is walkable, the aisles airy like newly laid streets, and people only sport one buggy featuring one or two screaming, but somehow less venomous, children.
"God I hate Georgia. Does everyone have to wear camoflaug hats and shirts?" My sister, on an obvious menstral tangant, blurts out loudly in the middle of the isle at Super Wal*Mart.
I don't bring up the fact that Angela is guilty of wearing camoflaug at one point or another.
"Not everyone is wearing camoflaug," I say, looking around at the people who hear my sister's ranting. As I look around, I count ten people who are wearing camoflauge hats and shirts, and make an observation of my own: two-thirds of these people are undeniably fat.
"They are fat though. Everyone in this Super Wal*Mart is fat as hell," I say, in an honest attempt to make my sister smile through her affliction.
"You're right!" She beams, stooping slightly and giggling just enough so her shoulder-length earrings jiggle. "You're so mean!"
As we wander about the store, I dwell on my not-so-recent observation and my illeged meanness. I've always known that the people who peruse Wal*Mart tend to be over weight, at least in the south. I've never bothered to look at the statistics, nor have I bothered to inquire why this may be so. But to squeeze past people in aisles that are clearly wider than most other grocery store aisles, and to browse the "plus sized" clothing area to find no less than 4X t-shirts featuring Hip-Hop Tweety Bird saying a whimsically pathetic remark like, "Oh no you didn't!" or, "I Just Don't Care," makes one wonder at Wal*Mart's obvious catering to the obese.
Among the above are deal seeking soccer moms who sport two or three shopping carts full of great prices and unbearable screaming children. These aisle-blockers, armed with calculators, large purses and diaper bags, are the heros of our story, loud and present, backhand ready for unruley kids. It is somewhat admirable that these women can juggle so many shopping carts, shush children, and bust through the store victorious that they have saved so much money and speed away in their SUVs and mini vans without a scratch.
I always leave Wal*Mart feeling as though I received a great deal, almost as if I stole something. However, amongst the feeling of saving that extra three dollars that I may have spent at Target, I also get the distinct feeling that I may have become a great deal trashier than I may have been upon entry. Is this mean? Probably. Is this also true? I'm pretty much convinced it is. Do I completely halt my shopping at Wal*Mart? I've tried, but to live in America, it is very hard for one to NOT shop at this store. One can buy groceries, furniture, home and dorm furnishings, soaps, hunting gear and tampons. The necessities that this store offers is luring, at times even more so than my beloved Target.
I choose Target for my shopping most of the time. When one walks into Target, it seems like a breath of fresh air. The walls can be touched without fear of placing a finger in a foreign substance, the floor is walkable, the aisles airy like newly laid streets, and people only sport one buggy featuring one or two screaming, but somehow less venomous, children.
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