Because, sometimes, you just don’t feel like talking politics….
I admit, I can be a bit of a snob. On occasion. For example:
One recent evening, I managed to step on my eyeglasses, which my cat had placed on the floor for me. The angle at which my foot hit was exactly the most perfect spot to completely ruin the frame. They were a lovely pair, too…very hip and stylish. I got them when I had vision insurance, which meant I was able to ”afford” a really nice frame. Now that I don’t have insurance, though, the cost to replace them is way too high.
Someone recommended that I check out Wal-Mart’s selection of frames for a cheap-o replacement. So, I drove over to Natomas* for my first experience with what the BF calls “Wally World.”
I left with lasting psychological scars.
Let’s start with the infamous parking lot with one entrance, one exit, and a traffic flow pattern designed by a monkey on LSD. Seriously…who engineered that and please tell me they are in federal prison or something? (The BF has requested that I not use cuss words in the blog, so I’ve resisted the urge to say “federal ass-pounding prison”…oh, wait, no I didn’t.) (Anyway, he’s the reason I’ve been trying to keep it PG.) (But I digress…)
After navigating the horrors of the parking lot, I made it into Wally World. And oh what a world it is.
I felt like I was in the land of the consumer-nightmare zombies. Either that, or nobody told me that the dress code was roll-out-of-bed, don’t-bother-showering. Skipping the eyewear entirely, I wandered around the store, completely fascinated by the absolute train-wreck clientele and the sensory-overload of the sheer amount of crap in that place.
It struck me that Wally World symbolizes pretty much everything that is wrong with our country. Am I mistaken?
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* I was planning to call up Joe Sacramento and see if he wanted to talk about our KJ/Fargo disagreement over some coffee at, like, Panera…but then I remembered that I don’t know who he is, so I couldn’t call him. So I just waved in his general direction on my way down Truxel. Which attracted the attention of some teenage hoodlums and I had to take evasive driving maneuvers to lose ‘em. Anyway, it was a big day for me.
3 responses so far ↓
joesacramento // July 14, 2008 at 8:52 pm |
Hey I was in that group of teenage hoodlums! I didn’t know that was you. We thought you were flipping us off
6 Degrees // July 15, 2008 at 4:11 am |
Man…you with a group of teenage hoodlums? Getting them off the street, I suppose. Once you’re done fixing Natomas, can you come over here?
I promise to stop flipping you off.
joesacramento // July 16, 2008 at 6:19 pm |
Was in jest of course.
Some readers apparently think I am a “thug lover” because I cite rap lyrics and soapbox about juvenile delinquency. I don’t claim to be an expert, nor do I condone anything that even remotely resembles “thug life.”
The difference between me and a lot of people is that I hate the *game*, not the players. I understand why the players play the game. The *game* is cause, the players are its *effects*.
I try not to focus on effects too much, and some people have a tough time with that apparently.
Wish I could say I am cleaning up Natomas. All I’ve done so far is suggest ideas, with little to no support. Apparently it’s going to have to get way worse before people get serious about fighting the problem. No worries. My family and I will be LONG gone by then.