I had a somewhat entertaining trip to Wal-Mart(you know the devil) today.
When I was walking from my car to the store, I walked past a car, that was halfway parked up on the curb, running, 3 small kids in the car with what appeared to be a teenage girl in the back seat. They had the windows down, and you could smell 52 cigarettes coming out of it. It makes you think that if you got in the car and drove it a mile you’d smell like smoke for 6 years.
Once in the store, I got told the “Dodgers suck”(wearing a Dodgers hat), by about an 11-12 year old boy. I ignored him. I do live in Madison Bumgarner country, thus making it San Francisco Giants country, so I get it. I just walked on and go the things I wonder what his reaction would have been if I snarled at him or yelled at him. I guess I could have whipped out my keys and asked him his thoughts on the Broncos to see if he would simply damn me to hell for my choice of sports teams.
Then there was the woman(not sure I can call her a lady) in front of me at checkout. The card machine wasn’t taking her debit card. Her pin number was 4303 in honor of Richard Petty and Dale Earnhardt, she told me, the cashier and anyone else in ear shot what it was. Not the smartest thing in the world to do. She’d type it in saying it out loud with each punch of her stubby fingers, then would huff and puff when the cashier said it didn’t take it.
Trying not to laugh, but wanting to leave the place, I said, mine does that sometimes and I run it as a credit. She said “It’s a debit card”. The cashier asked, “Is it a Master Card or Visa Card?” “Uh huh” was the only response she offered. The cashier had her swipe it again, and hit some buttons and it ran through as a “credit”, and it was accepted. Lovely afternoon at Wally World.
The Nissan Nicotine GT wasn’t on the curb as I was leaving.
Thoughts That Stray 