Where the Weird Things Are

I will admit, I talk bad about Walmart, but still find my self shopping there. However, I am proud that the only thing that I have bought their in the last year is a fishing license and a few propane canisters for my campstove. Maybe this makes me a hypocrite. Maybe it makes me frugal. All I know is, it’s the only place in Livermore, Ca to buy propane canisters at ten o’clock the night before a bluegrass festival. I am, however, always stunned at those who patronize that behemoth of cut-rate commerce. I am in no way a stylish person, but I do give a little thought to what I look like when I leave the house. At home, the t-shirt that has been a tad too tight for a couple years now is fine, but once I breach the portal of my abode, I insist on wearing clothes that are both well fitting and free of stains.

I came across The People of Walmart tonight and I am intrigued by the fact that I can’t look away, in that can’t ignore a car accident sort of way. I find it humorous, though I am a little ashamed by that fact. I also find it sad. How do people not know. Or, do they know and just not care. Maybe I’m being the elitist I despise with such passion. Maybe I just need a good laugh once in a while. Though the site maybe born of tasteless humor, they do have the decency to keep identities hidden, except of course for the woman who is obviously proud of her three foot fingernails.

So, for just a moment or two, set aside you feelings of propriety and consumer responsibility, and have a bit of a laugh.

If you know of any other sites to share, or that you would like to see spotlighted, please let me know.