What you see at a Wal-Mart

What you see at a Wal-Mart. 
As I related on the Journal, last night I had a hankering after my day sleep, for some grub, mainly milk and some fixins so I grudgingly crawled out of the Wolf's nest into Wolf Pup, and off to Wal-Mart I went.
Once I got there and trying to negotiate through the idiots vying for that just up to the door parking spot. I always park out on the side where the trucks are at. Simply because its easier to get in, get out, and not much chance of a ding in the door.
So I go in, get my basket, and began to assemble the 4 or 6 items I needed. Hey grub stakes run low at the end of the month. So I finally got up to the 20 items or less check out stand, finding many there had much more than 20 items. Why don't they enforce that. If you got a mountain of stuff in the basket tell em go to the mucho stuff line? So I was there considering the newly cooked chicken and fixins, but hey dollars and want are two different things. If only people would pay the full amount of services I render. 
So I'm standing there feasting my eyes on this south of the border chiquita with pant, I think they were pants, black fine knit very snug. You could see ever bit of her bumm cheeks. Looked good. Then there were these two intellectuals gals that came marching along, hey like I said it was a long line, these gals were not what I'd call drop dead gorgeous , however again these very tight black stirrup pants. Made me begin to ignore the growling in my belly from lack of ingesting. So I finally got to the checkout, the lady behind the counter seemed like she'd been standing there a long time, my question is, why doesn't Wal-Mart get some sort of medium height bar stool or something so these older gals and ones with fuel tank sized keesters the ability to sit down. I mean granted sitting down on the job might not be grand for the younger set, but these older gals, hey park.
As I was leaving, somebody in the background said, there goes a old tow truck driver. Seeing my hoodie. First of all I'm proud of my career in towing, I have been rescuing stranded motorists and disabled trucks and cars in this state as well as Utah, for nearly 30 years now. It's the same feeling I got the other day at that Canyon Jump meet and greet meeting with the Twin Falls City council. Several of those press people and even to a small degree this super hottie Stephanie from KTVB, that sat next to me. Okay fine I did not wear a suit and tie. But I bet they'd be really upset if when their damn Prius, or SUV broke down or otherwise disabled sitting on that Interstate at 10:00PM in the cold dark had to wait while I went home to change out of a business suit, to go fetch em now wouldn't they. Now I may not remember much of anything else, but I remember faces, and I remember vehicles. The nicer they are to me when I'm off duty, the nicer and more rate negotiable I'll be when that new press car is off in the comedian strip, when its snowing and blowing, and 16 degrees out. 
Just a new day in paradise.
L8R Ya'll