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just got back from Aldi and Pete's fresh market

I let an old hispanic man with only a 6 pack cut in front of me.....

the art of letting people that have like no items compared to your 25 has seemed to have gone by the way side

Lunch time
 
Sundays are my "slumming" days. I felt the need to grace those that hang out at Walmart with my presence. I really feel that it brightens up their lives for just a second to see me.

Let me explain the difference between Walmart and Target.

Yesterday, I was at Walmart and waiting in line. In front of me was a family with a motorized shopping cart and a regular cart. The three adults were taking turns in the motorized cart. There were two young kids with them. The three year old ripped things apart. There was a display of bags and she took each one and threw them on the floor. Dad, taking his turn in the cart, told the 10 year old son to clean them up. Little monster then took a bunch of candy out of the display and threw that all over the floor. This repeated itself for about 10 minutes. The younger "adult" (possibly baby mama?) started screaming, "She's lucky I got her what I did cuz I ain't getting her nothin' else!" This was while the mom of the group attempted to pay for everything with three different checks. The younger adult assumed the position in the cart and motored her way out with the screaming child. I asked the woman at the check-out if she felt as if working there was good birth control because the time I spent waiting in line sure as hell was for me.

Target:

I was in and out of line with two lovely men letting me get in front of them. No crying children. No shopping rage. No feeling of the uterus shriveling up (this could be because it's already shriveled).
 
Target always has more check outs open and they process my Discover card in literally like .5 seconds.

unfortunately the two closet too me always have crazy unattended little hispanic and black kids running around seemingly unattended...

I think most of them live there
 
Now the flip to Teela's experience is this.

Had you found yourself broke down in that Wal Mart parking lot that socially challenged family would have offered to help you and offered you a beer and a smoke while you waited.

Had you been broke down in the Target parking lot those same two dudes would have passed you by on their way to Starbucks.
 
Sundays are my "slumming" days. I felt the need to grace those that hang out at Walmart with my presence. I really feel that it brightens up their lives for just a second to see me.

Let me explain the difference between Walmart and Target.

Yesterday, I was at Walmart and waiting in line. In front of me was a family with a motorized shopping cart and a regular cart. The three adults were taking turns in the motorized cart. There were two young kids with them. The three year old ripped things apart. There was a display of bags and she took each one and threw them on the floor. Dad, taking his turn in the cart, told the 10 year old son to clean them up. Little monster then took a bunch of candy out of the display and threw that all over the floor. This repeated itself for about 10 minutes. The younger "adult" (possibly baby mama?) started screaming, "She's lucky I got her what I did cuz I ain't getting her nothin' else!" This was while the mom of the group attempted to pay for everything with three different checks. The younger adult assumed the position in the cart and motored her way out with the screaming child. I asked the woman at the check-out if she felt as if working there was good birth control because the time I spent waiting in line sure as hell was for me.

Target:

I was in and out of line with two lovely men letting me get in front of them. No crying children. No shopping rage. No feeling of the uterus shriveling up (this could be because it's already shriveled).

That's racist.

Teela serious question: Would you ever allow a black man to place his supple lips on your trembling grape?
 
Now the flip to Teela's experience is this.

Had you found yourself broke down in that Wal Mart parking lot that socially challenged family would have offered to help you and offered you a beer and a smoke while you waited.

Had you been broke down in the Target parking lot those same two dudes would have passed you by on their way to Starbucks.

I completely disagree. The family at Walmart would have been too busy yelling at their kids and concerned about their food thawing to bother with me.

Guys at Target (which has a Starbucks attached) would have been more than happy to help me out. There's a difference between southern gentlemen and rude families. It also helps that I was wearing a low cut dress with a short hemline today.
 
Now the flip to Teela's experience is this.

Had you found yourself broke down in that Wal Mart parking lot that socially challenged family would have offered to help you and offered you a beer and a smoke while you waited.

Had you been broke down in the Target parking lot those same two dudes would have passed you by on their way to Starbucks.

Moral of the story: Don't break down at Target. :grin:

I'm not sure about the rest of you, but we have 24 hour Walmarts here. If I go there, it's generally at around 3AM. No kids. No lines. No NONSENSE.
 
I completely disagree. The family at Walmart would have been too busy yelling at their kids and concerned about their food thawing to bother with me.

Guys at Target (which has a Starbucks attached) would have been more than happy to help me out. There's a difference between southern gentlemen and rude families. It also helps that I was wearing a low cut dress with a short hemline today.


Respectfully I disagree with this.

The family would have been interested in looking underneath that short hemline while the two guys would have more interested in how your dress would look on them.
 
The two guys were not together, Wally. One guy let me skip ahead and then the second guy in front of him did the same. They were separate entities. Separate good looking entities...

I have a very finely tuned gaydar. Don't fuck with me, Wally.

I can safely say that, if the guy couldn't even get off his ass to stop his daughter (or granddaughter?) from ripping up the store or even picking up the mess she made, he sure as hell wouldn't stop to help me. I don't think his pregnant daughter would either.