I went to this site the day they started posting pics. I must admit, I told the person who sent me the link that there's no way they can keep this site running with enough new material to keep people's interest. Sadly, looking at the updates since the day they started, I see there's definitely enough material...
One of my favorite past times in college was to go down to the Bryan, TX Walmart on a weekday after 2am. I think I somehow fed off the customers mindlessness, misery, and just the dirty feeling. I got the same evil smile watching a family with elementary age children eating at McDonalds at 4am that I get at a strip clubs (only been 3-4 times), watching the 55yr old man wearing leather pants getting lapdances, the sad looks on the miserable dancers faces, the mandatory overweight guy with no purpose on the mic, the group adventurous enough to eat the buffet, its all so beautifully painful. So I thank you for this link. To me its priceless.
I find those types of blogs to be repulsive and the people who flock to them are even more disgusting than the people being ridiculed. And let's be honest, anyone who has to visit a Walmart to find people worse than themselves isn't very high on the ladder to begin with, but why pass up a chance to be both smug and cruel at the same time, right?
I generally agree with this. WalMart was a life-saver as a broke-ass college student both past and present. And where I am now for school, it is pretty much the only place to go for shopping. Point is that WalMart, much like the ER, is filled with people who look like they just walked out of the damn woods. It's kinda trippy.
I will always remember Wal-Mart for bring drug prices down to the 4$ mark. For that . . they get a Pass on alot of crap Rocket River
If hell is other people, Sam's Club is at least purgatory. Everything is stasis there; no hope is available in bulk packaging. Though I never shared in your particular hobby of people-watching, I always feel the same way anytime I get dragged into those places. It's not elitism. Most of the misery appears self-inflicted, of people who stopped fighting the good fight long ago, and succumbed: the morbid obesity, the thousand yard stares, the Dawn of the Dead zombie walks past the mockery of the smiley face advertising. Once there, it's an unmitigated freakshow. One can either recoil from it, or revel in its particular beauty. I personally avoid Wal-Mart if I can possibly help it, but I hear ya Ziggy.
