Monday, July 26, 2010

wal-mart willies

The next scariest thing to running down a dark alley in the middle of the night is going to our local Wal-Mart.

I dread making the trip, especially without my personal body guard {Ryan, of course}.

Anyone know what I'm talking about?

The stares.
The funny looks.
The mullets.
The bib overalls with only 1 side latched.
The children wandering the isles eating unpaid food directly out of the bag.

You think this is an exaggeration? Think again.

When I was waiting for the greeter woman to give me a sticker for an item I was returning, she started to talk about fashion these days and how she can't believe what "that girl" {as she points to her} is wearing. She continued on as she got the scanner to work and ended with "well, at least she's not naked."


I wasn't naked either. In fact, I felt largely out of place with a coral tank, khaki shorts, and Gap sandals.

I heart a good deal, but for a few cents more I think I'll play it safe at Target from now on.


Daniel Stutzman said...

You need to spend some time looking at this website:

Erin and Ryan Harris said...

Haha! That's perfect Stutz! I can't get off the site -- it's like a car accident...I don't want to look, but I have to!

Emily said...

Wal-Mart is so univeral in that way -- crazy creepy most of the time!

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