The Land of Wal-Mart
[Just FYI, this post was begun on the morning of July 16 at 4:09 AM, finished at 4:29 AM, and posted whenever it says because I forgot my Blogger login info]Tonight I was in Wal-Mart with Meredith getting a storage tub for her to use to store four thousand or so “teeny beanies” from McDonald’s Happy Meals. And because we decided to go on this venture at a quarter ‘til midnight, there was only one cashier on duty and a longish line, with an equally longish wait to check out.
We enjoyed impromptu fashion shows from bored guys trying on coats and striking poses for their bored friends in line and spent a small while wondering what it means when they say “Attention all associates: Code...uh...*crackle*...Code fifteen.” Hoping it was not code for a lost child or armed robbery, I guessed it was just regular old shoplifting.
Anyway, as we were standing there, I found a shopping list on a shelf, and it made me laugh because of the item at the very top of the list, which was one of only two items not scratched off. Here’s the list (because I took it, since nobody else was using it):
No trouble with chili, tasso, cereal, freezer meat, bacon, tortillas, sliced cheese, and on and on. Of course I thoroughly explored the list, flipped it over, looked at both sides (this list actually seems to be the second draft of the shopping list), and laughed again when I saw a neat to-do list, and a list of non-grocery things to get.I don’t know why I was so interested, if maybe it was boredom, or if it was just the oddity of seeing a shopping list that wasn’t mine lying there. I don’t even know whose it is, not in the slightest. Why would you care? Beats me. And why do I? I don’t know.
(Maybe it had something to do with being in the barren wasteland that is Wal-Mart at midnight.)
I guess I’m just weird.
-Kevin
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