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"And STAY outta the Woolworth!!"
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I was in Walmart a while back, and while it's no blading at 45, I did have a small adventure.
Saw a dude, not a tranny, just a dude carrying a purse. I got tickled, other people around me got tickled, and we kept laughing harder. Purse boy got sad.
Thinking I should deaass the Walmart before I get a permaban, I grab what I need and head for the checkout.
After paying,but still laughing at purse boy, I encounter a hippie couple on the way out. This was in the large open area between the registers and the other businesses up front. Just me, and two hippies with enough junk food to supply Bonaroo in their cart. Would they budge and move over a couple feet so I didn't have to turn sideways?
Of course not.
When they got roughly fifteen feet away, the smell hit me. It was one of those that you can feel your nose hairs singing and your eyes are burning. It was a concentrated combo of petchouli, BO, and ass. The closer they got, the more I suffered. When they got close to me, my inner Gunny Hartman came out as I ever so politely said "JESUS!!! Take a fucking bath before you leave the fucking house!!!"
While they stood there almost in tears, all I could hear in my mind was the Woolworth guy saying "And stay out of the Walmarts"