Or at all if you can help it. The parking lot is always crammed to the gills, no matter how many or few people seem to be in the store.
The "entrance" door slides open and I almost get knocked down by a 4'5" 300# woman running out with a sixteen pack of Charmin.
I think "I hope she gets home before whatever is going to happen happens..."
Now the image of the implications of that are stuck in my head.
Not quite through the airlock between the sliding doors and a trio of loud males with cartons of cigarettes under their arm, walking line abreast. Bowler hats and eyeliner. Like they just stepped out of A Clockwork Orange.
Once inside there is a Latin woman with a herd of kids. They are all jabbering in Spanish, and she is shooting - machine gun style - staccato Spanish orders at them and they aren't even hearing her.
Then the mandatory nightmarish tattooed and pierced couple.
Then the Somali woman in her gorfy Muslim attire with her hip-hop kids. The Somali women around here always look sheepish until they achieve critical mass of three or more. Then they stand around yelling at each other. Probably not considered rude in Somalia. Here it gets them some not-so-understanding looks.
Never Go To Wal-Mart After Dark. Or at all.
- I do not suffer fools gladly. Anyone who leaves a series of stupid notes and has but one public entry all written in ghetto-speak, stupid-speak and text-speak can go back to being stupid on their own time.
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