Sunday, November 26, 2017

Rohnert Park Wal-Mart

I have not been to the Rohnert Park Wal-Mart in 22 years.  How do I know that?  Because I purchased an item of clothing that I wore for a family photograph from there almost exactly 22 years ago to the date.  I hate that store with a passion.

Today I returned there after nearly a quarter century as it was rumored they sold pretzel buns.  I was not in the mood to make them and as I was going to Costco anyways (which did not have pretzel buns, either) Wal-Mart was just a skip up the street.

Now I remember why I don't shop there.

Walking into the store there was the toothless crack- head gray-haired grandma donning a SF 49'ers jacket with a filthy skirt, rumpled socks, and sandals.  She" was conversing with a homeless woman who was camped out at the entrance of Wal-Mart complete with her shopping cart full of goods, tent made out of plastic bags, and just about passed out right there on the cement.

Oh no, people... I have not even made it to the entrance of the store yet.

As I was walking to the entrance of the store there were some people in back of me.  All I could hear was, "Horny porn star, coming through!"

I did not hear it just once.  It was said repeatedly, "Horny porn star - coming through" I did not turn around to see who the horny porn star was as that would only validate their announcement.  I really wanted to laugh, as hearing this at Wal-Mart is so cliché.  Once inside the store it looked like something out of a third-world country.  I could not wait to get out of there.

No, WalMart did NOT have the pretzel buns I was looking for.  That's ok.  I was glad.  Just less time to get out of there.

Again, I tripped over the homeless meth-head woman camped out in front of the store on the way out.  The Horny Porn Star got lost inside the WalMart crowd and I was relieved of the barker.  There were aisles of campers, RV's, boats, and other pieces of s*** parked in the WalMart parking lot.  It was like a refugee camp.  You know what????  It really is.  WalMarts are bona fide camping grounds.  I bet you did not know that.

They really do cater to the trailer-trash crowd.

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