Jo's Cafe

I see several heads agreeing with me on the title of this post.

I don’t really “hate” Wal-Mart, I just “hate” having to go there and buy groceries. Sure, I could go do another store in town and pay about twice what I get at Wal-Mart. Besides, where else can I buy stuff for the yard, car, and home all in one place.

What I really really “hate” about going to Wal-Mart are the people. You know which ones I’m talking about too.

The ones that have NO TIME at all and go zipping up and down the isles smashing their buggies into your buggy or you.

The ones that believe Wal-Mart actually stands for “playground for my unruly, undisciplined, out of control children” and annoy everyone else. Besides, they are cchhiillddrreenn – the future. Yeah right, if those kids are the future, shoot me now, we’re doomed.

Then there are the ones that have all day, or night, to walk through the isles, stop and chat with someone for 3 hours while both their buggies (slammed full of more junk food than Shrek could eat in a year), blocking both ways and giving you a dirty ass look for saying “excuse me.”

The ones that insist that Wal-Mart has to be the place to pick up guys. I mean, why else would they be walking around practically in their underwear, or showing their underwear. My mother taught me better. If you are going to wear hip hugger jeans, don’t wear granny undies that come up to your waist.

Then there are the ones that have to buy enough food for the next generation to survive on and have 3 buggies full of food, with Little Johnny and Little Suzie pushing the extras.

Then there is the mother with has her 3 girls along with her just to run up and down the isle and grab the stuff off the shelves as mom yells it out. Then she gets mad when the smallest of the 3 girls can’t lift a 50# bag of sugar. That one ticked me off to no end that I very loudly said, “Don’t worry honey, you tried to lift that bag that is heavier than you are.” I didn’t wait to see what mom was going to do or say to me, I just left the isle.

Then there are those that feel if you use any kind of manners, as in “excuse me”, “thank you”, etc. the sky is going to fall and the world is going to open up and swallow me. They look at you, like “How frelling dare you be nice!” Of course, they are probably just as mad about being there as I am.

Anyway, you get the point (and probably have a few more to add), but I hate going to Wal-Mart. Thank god for Publix.