I split my grocery list between Aldis, Target and Food Lion. Each has their strengths and weaknesses so I divide the list accordingly and they are all within a few hundred yards of each other.
However I would not step foot in the nearby Wal Mart if they were GIVING away their stuff! Too many bad experiences involving Mah-muh and her unwashed spawnage.
The very last time I shopped there, over a year ago, I was innocently standing in line behind Mah-muh, Buhhbey, Granny and young Cletus. Mah-muh and Granny were engaged in a spirited debate as to which redneck chickie in town was a bigger slut while young Cletus kept tugging on Mah-muhs Nascar t-shirt and saying he didn't feel so good. Mah-muh kept ignoring him until he power-spewed, projectile vomiting all over my tweed trousers and leather shoes. I got beslimed that kids puke from knee to toe and all Mah-muh did was start to beat the bejesus out of the kid, who was wailing and crying. I felt so bad for the kid, because he had been genuinely trying to tell her he was not well and now he was getting thrashed for it. He kept blubbering how sorry he was. Mah-muh never once apologized to me, she started yelling at the poor Wal Mart cashier about various things I couldn't understand. The cashier handed me some paper towels to clean up with but at that point it was about like trying to clean up a hazardous waste site with a handiwipe, not happening. Had to throw the pants and shoes away because nothing I did or the dry cleaners ever totally took away the puke smell.
Wal Mart = pageant of the trans mundane!
However I would not step foot in the nearby Wal Mart if they were GIVING away their stuff! Too many bad experiences involving Mah-muh and her unwashed spawnage.
The very last time I shopped there, over a year ago, I was innocently standing in line behind Mah-muh, Buhhbey, Granny and young Cletus. Mah-muh and Granny were engaged in a spirited debate as to which redneck chickie in town was a bigger slut while young Cletus kept tugging on Mah-muhs Nascar t-shirt and saying he didn't feel so good. Mah-muh kept ignoring him until he power-spewed, projectile vomiting all over my tweed trousers and leather shoes. I got beslimed that kids puke from knee to toe and all Mah-muh did was start to beat the bejesus out of the kid, who was wailing and crying. I felt so bad for the kid, because he had been genuinely trying to tell her he was not well and now he was getting thrashed for it. He kept blubbering how sorry he was. Mah-muh never once apologized to me, she started yelling at the poor Wal Mart cashier about various things I couldn't understand. The cashier handed me some paper towels to clean up with but at that point it was about like trying to clean up a hazardous waste site with a handiwipe, not happening. Had to throw the pants and shoes away because nothing I did or the dry cleaners ever totally took away the puke smell.
Wal Mart = pageant of the trans mundane!
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