While everyone knows Wal-Mart is one of the evil empires that will end mankind at some point, for the basic staples of our shopping, we usually go there. Back when I used to work the 3pm-11pm shift when I first moved to Phoenix, Tara and I would on occasion go to Wal-Mart after I got off work. Now, during regular hours, Wal-Mart has some interesting patrons. Once it gets closed to midnight, things get even more interesting.
It's always fun at the checkout line. Seeing what some people buy and trying to figure out what the hell they are going to do with it. Once we saw people with what must have been 20 packages of Lifesavers and 30 of rolls of duct tape. Another time the guy in front of us had a table-top water fountain, scented candles, two or three types of KY and condoms. We have fun making up our scenarios for why people would require these combinations.
We were behind an older man who was buying several stacks of this appetizingly named product:
Now, I know "Spam" was taken, but was there no other name they could have chosen for this? Did the marketing guys have that day off? I just always get a laugh when we walk by this. "What's for dinner?" "Potted meat food product."
I'll pass.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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I'm pretty sure when I worked at Wal-Mart in 1988, when I was just 15, "potted meat" was only 33 cents. Not much inflation in the world of potted meat.
Oh, and I remember being behind a guy in Walgreens with about 50 straight edge razor blades, a jumbo box of rubber gloves and a gallon of cheap vodka. Just weird.
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