Redneck Rendezvous and Wal-Mart

Wow, so here's my bigoted rant for the week. I made my weekly journey to Wal-Mart today--a saturday. I've noticed that the last several jaunts I've been coaxed into making, there seems to be an order to the madness. Here's what I mean. There are two WM Supercenters and Sam's Club in town. The WM in the western part of town gets just the same old dull, blue collar, hard working, middle class shoppers. The southern WM attracts a very generous (hefty) shopping clientele that come in varying sizes and ethnic groups--if you consider 'redneck' an ethnic group. I do... Ok, so here's the deal. Today, is the day I refer to as Redneck Rendezvous. There must be every variety and hybrid on earth hit this place in a 24 hr. period, and it's on saturdays. These people insist on leaving their buggy in the middle of the aisle while they stare at the pictures on the cereal boxes for Christs' Sake. The women typically weigh in at about 250 lbs. and have their hosiery rolled down to their friggin' knees. The kids look like a bunch of little skinheads-sans the tattoos. I think. The old man must dress out at 280-300 lbs. at a minimum. He heads right for the fishing supplies and section where they sell the 50 lb. bags of dog food while all the kids are staring at the light fixtures that are 30ft. in the air. Finally, after struggling with three buggies worth of food in one buggy, they decide to check out. They head out of the door 20 minutes later after arguing about the price of a toilet sanitizer while one of the kids has to run back and get another bag of flour. Self-rising-not plain! He gets lost! To top it all off they don't even buy one single bag of popcorn, candy bar or beer. The shame of it all. I hope that your next trip to WM is just as entertaining. Happy shopping!-Don