The other night I was reminded of People of Walmart.
I don't generally frequent Walmart, and when I do, it is usually when the sun is shining in the morning before I used to go into work.
But as life would have it, I found myself in my local Walmart shortly after 1:00am (a story for a different time). I had planned on getting in and out for the two things I needed. But I kid you not, I spent nearly an hour walking the aisles, just people watching. I've seen a few funny get ups in my day, and even a few at Walmart. But nothing like this.
I'm pretty sure EVERY photo at PoW is from my neighborhood. I left my phone in the car, so I didn't even get a chance to chronicle it. But it was beyond word. A giant shitheap of hilarious/disgusting/pathetic/sad/revolting with a double dose of skank and nappy ho mixed in.
If they sold popcorn and beer I think I could go there every night just to watch!
Those toddlers who used to be tearing shit up in my section just before close? They were there in overly full diapers walking through the toy section carrying a half eaten Popsicle. At 1am.
Stoned teens with the munchies and giggles.
A handful of thongs that waved surrender 175lbs ago.
Fewer teeth than you would believe.
And skin. Lots of skin. Pasty, fleshy, pockmarked, stretchmarked, ashy, giggly, wiggly, it shouldn't look like that skin. The holy shit factor was off the scale.
All I could think of was "Fuck." And where's the pork rinds...