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.
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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.
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.
We live in a strange world, and it is populated by stranger persons.
Chuck, Dad frequently reminded me that "There is no one funnier than people."
While I do enjoy some people watching, I often wonder who's enjoying watching me.
Lin, yes, I suppose we are all inhabitants of the fishbowl!
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