Running
Running errands, running diagnostics, running my ass off all weekend long. Had hoped to get to the range this weekend but by the time I was prepared I was dead to the world.
So I’m gonna grill up some steaks and hit the hay, and hope next week is better.
I had to go get a scrip filled. I was out trying to get stuff for the Cushman, and I had been working in an old Tshirt and a pair of camos, and I was wearing my garage shoes- an old pair of Dr Scholls that have gotten paint splattered and were missing laces, and had floppy soles. I had a streak of grease across my face that ran up my head, and I was wearing a camo NRA hat.
I left the Autozone (Where they are used to seeing me looking like this) realized that the Walmart pharmacy closed in ten minutes, and rolled over there. While standing in line at Walmart, in buttocks-hugging camo with a ripped, stained teeshirt, I realized, I had become… one of them.
At least you don’t go to town straight from the hog barns like I’ve seen my Dad do a few times. The odor of a hog barn clings to you and provides an almost force field like enforcement of your personal space!
:-D
He’d only do it if he needed supplies to make emergency plumbing or heating repairs in the barns.
Nah, I’m used to seeing people in obvious working wear at the hardware store, Tractor Supply, and even Wal-Mart. You’re not one of them. I’ve also seen people in the ghetto-getter outfits pictured there running free range in the world, too.
The other costumey ones, like the rasta skirt or Medieval golfer, I swear, there’s a vortex of strange that passes through Wal-Mart where these people can shop, then go back to whichever time warp from whence they came. I thought Rocky Horror was the only public dress-up thing going on. Every night is Halloween in Wal-Mart.
It’s fun to go in dress clothes. It gets me the strangest looks. A couple of months ago, I went in full suit (I had just come from a cousin’s wake) to get some basics on the way home, and got the worst looks. In the land of the freaks, I was the freak.
After seeing the website on walmart people, I just HAD to try and imagine you visually. :D
That’s the great thing about Wal-Mart…. you NEVER have to ax yourself if you’re dressed appropriately to “go to town”.
Wal-Mart ain’t got no dress-code, baby!!!
I have to ask: Og, is that you? http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/?p=12687
On the other hand, if you see a guy in an olive green kilt and combat boots in the Valpo one, that’s me.
Shit happens…
At least you didn’t end up in the “12 items or less” line at the local store with a guy buying 53 bags of tater tots paid for by a two party check from the Bank of Fallujah.