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).