For a bunch of us folks, ‘the store’ only means one place.
Now, let me say that I love me some of Wal-Mart. They got everything you ever need in life. Even the occasional hound pups in the parking lot being sold from the back of a 1992 F150. That’s how I got my coondog Scooter.
I need a fishing license? Done. I need a new “3-wolves howling at the moon” t-shirt? Done. I need a big ol’ sandwich from the deli and some starter fluid for my 1981 AMC Pacer? Done. I mean every dang thing that a man like me needs is in one place.
So don’t think for one minute I am running down Wal-Mart. No way, Jose.
But, you got to admit that sometimes the people shopping there are down right …interesting. Especially if it is open 24-hours a day and it is 2:00 a.m.
So, if you shop at Wal-Mart, I got something for you.
If you go on a Sunday afternoon, I bet you can fill that card out in 15 minutes or less.
So the next time you go to the Wal-Mart, if you hear people yelling out ‘BINGO!’, you’ll know why.
Heck, we might even organize a tournament.
And if you don’t believe me about the people you see there, check out www.peopleofwalmart.com.
Don’t forget if you got marriage proposals, questions, funny pictures that can be printed in a family style place, funny pictures that can’t be printed in a family style place, or any general weirdness, just shoot me an e-mail to firstname.lastname@example.org or you can look me up on Facebook.com and post them there.
Later y’all …and BINGO!