Wednesday, November 4, 2015

More Fun at Wally World

Big guy, six-five or so, in a public restroom, phone to left ear, whiney tone, "No.  No, there's been a misunderstanding.  Listen,"  L o n g silence.  "Well, hell." Shoves phone in pocket, storms out of the room.

I am ambling past the jewelry counter.  Stocky guy, sixty-something slams an item down on the counter, spins, walks rapidly past me muttering, "I don't know why I come in this damn place."  Talking to himself, for he is oblivious to my presence and there is no one else around.



6 comments:

Grace said...

Sometimes I wished we shopped at Wally World, as you call it, just so I could have another thing to rant about. I was in a WalMart once, with a friend who bought vast quantities of junk food there. I wasn't impressed by any of it.

vanilla said...

Grace. I am not a shopper and I don't like to shop. But I am a people-watcher. Can you say "zoo"? There are some items one wants to buy at Walmart, but many of which one must be wary: knock-offs, wonky packaging, etc.

Secondary Roads said...

We live in a strange world, and it is populated by stranger persons.

vanilla said...

Chuck, Dad frequently reminded me that "There is no one funnier than people."

Lin said...

While I do enjoy some people watching, I often wonder who's enjoying watching me.

vanilla said...

Lin, yes, I suppose we are all inhabitants of the fishbowl!