Thursday night I got the rare chance to go to Walmart by myself. I was tired and wanted to get through fast. I started at the back of the store and worked my way forward. I could hear toddlers whinning all over the store, almost every other aisle. I don't mean wimpering, I mean uncontrolable deep misery unnecessary whinning. No parent seemed to care. By the time I got to the frozen foods I'd had enough of the incessant howling of one dude and under my breath I said:
Did someone go out and collect all the whiney kids in Shreveport and bring them to Walmart tonight?????
some skinny, weathered, bleached woman- THAT'S MY GRANDCHILD!
(if she was in this aisle, her daughter was with the baby, two for one odds, someone could sooth this poor child)
gentle sweet me- Sounds like he's tryng to tell you he wants to go to bed. (it's 8:30)
some skinny......................... -You were a baby once, I just bet you were.
gentle sweet me -(couldn't help myself) ya know, I bet I was.........
some skinny.........................-$^*((*&&^%$#$@#^%$&*&)(*&)
school marmish woman shopper- (opens freezer door, sticks her head in and dies laughing)
gentle sweet me - GET OVER IT!!!!!
My friends at work say I should stay out of Walmart late at night.
before you do-gooder mom's jump me, it was past bathtime, and bedtime for this fellow.
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