an empty place v3.5

In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam

-- Kid Rock "I am the Bullgod"

On my way home I stopped by Walmart to pick up some Protein, a new coffee grinder, and some labels. You see, the past two times I bought protein I picked up the wrong kind. The first time, I see the chocolate and vanilla side by side. I grab the chocolate and read its contents. Somehow, I ended up with the vanilla by the time I got home. That was alright, mixing the vanilla with my existing chocolate makes for an excellently flavored shake. Yum. Last time I looked specifically at the name, Chocolate, and still managed to bring home the vanilla flavor. This time I triple checked it at the shelf, then again several times in the line at the checkout, on the way out the door, and again in the car. Finally, after two months, I was able to defeat the product switching gremlins and brought the chocolate protein mix home. Too bad I don't use it anymore.

You see, Walmart is a special place. It is the ONLY place you can go and be equal with everyone else. There are no kings at Walmart, there are no proud and beautiful people. Walmart brings equality to 'Merica for we are all brothers and sisters, we are all... Trailer Trash. Walmart is the best place on Earth. Think about it, what other place can you go and pick out 10 $10 uniform shirts, all of the same cut but in different colors. 10 spiral notebooks with same color scheme as the uniform shirts. Matching pens and pencils, and 10 different magazines and coloring books. Then go pickout 10 different flavors of ice cream and sit them on top of all that stuff - you don't even have to match the flavors to the colors. Then spend another hour waiting for your car to get its oil rotated while the ice cream melts. Then change your mind about the whole damn thing.

I have an idea for a project that will be the next Zodialogical revolution. Hmmm.... Stay tuned for more details.