It was an interesting Tuesday for me. I've kind of boycotted Wal-Mart. I haven't agreed with some of the things that have come to light regarding the chain in the past few years. I also don't like the fact it's taking away from so many local stores. I'm not a huge fan of chains and like to go local on most occasions.
On Tuesday, however, I had to drive my mother to ol' Wally World to buy some gym shorts and other shtuff. She just had knee replacement surgery, so I've taken on the responsibility of being her caddy.
How do I say it? As I was walking around Wal-Mart, I felt as if I didn't fit in with the majority of people whom surrounded me. I didn't see many: Cutting-edge outfits, suits and ties, beautiful women, people of a darker skin tone than I (okay, so I fit in from that perspective), etc. Honestly, it felt as if I had just walked into a trailer park and yes, I have visited a few friends, friends of friends and friends of family whom lived in such areas.
That evening, my father and I went to a Lynyrd Skynyrd/ZZ Top concert. We had floor seats, about 6-7 rows from the stage. As the seats began to fill, he and I looked around at the others on the floor and then gave each other a look which said, "We're outcasts here, aren't we?" Indeed we were. I think 79.2% of the people I saw at the concert I had seen earlier in the day at Wal-Mart. In fact, 23.6% of them must have gone to the show directly from work, because they were wearing their work shirts that read, "Wal-Mart".
It was a fun concert, though and even though ZZ Top showcased their guitar-playing talents and sense of humor, Skynyrd showed them up that night with their: Constant high-energy, encouragement of audience participation and overall crispness in their performance.
The show had it all: Four guys in front of my father and I whom had sneaked in a bottle of Crowne Royale and finished it in a rather short duration of time to NASCAR hats aplenty to a woman behind us whom spilled beer all over our seats before passing out for 98% of the ZZ Top-portion of the concert to a guy almost getting kicked out for standing on one of the seats 5-6 different times to numerous Harley Davidson shirts and beyond. Our shoes stuck to the floor. Our sense of smell detected ganja and left us feeling rather good following the show. We may not have fit in, but had ourselves a great time. I'm thinking I should involve myself in some more TPT's (Trailer Park Tuesdays)!
On Tuesday, however, I had to drive my mother to ol' Wally World to buy some gym shorts and other shtuff. She just had knee replacement surgery, so I've taken on the responsibility of being her caddy.
How do I say it? As I was walking around Wal-Mart, I felt as if I didn't fit in with the majority of people whom surrounded me. I didn't see many: Cutting-edge outfits, suits and ties, beautiful women, people of a darker skin tone than I (okay, so I fit in from that perspective), etc. Honestly, it felt as if I had just walked into a trailer park and yes, I have visited a few friends, friends of friends and friends of family whom lived in such areas.
That evening, my father and I went to a Lynyrd Skynyrd/ZZ Top concert. We had floor seats, about 6-7 rows from the stage. As the seats began to fill, he and I looked around at the others on the floor and then gave each other a look which said, "We're outcasts here, aren't we?" Indeed we were. I think 79.2% of the people I saw at the concert I had seen earlier in the day at Wal-Mart. In fact, 23.6% of them must have gone to the show directly from work, because they were wearing their work shirts that read, "Wal-Mart".
It was a fun concert, though and even though ZZ Top showcased their guitar-playing talents and sense of humor, Skynyrd showed them up that night with their: Constant high-energy, encouragement of audience participation and overall crispness in their performance.
The show had it all: Four guys in front of my father and I whom had sneaked in a bottle of Crowne Royale and finished it in a rather short duration of time to NASCAR hats aplenty to a woman behind us whom spilled beer all over our seats before passing out for 98% of the ZZ Top-portion of the concert to a guy almost getting kicked out for standing on one of the seats 5-6 different times to numerous Harley Davidson shirts and beyond. Our shoes stuck to the floor. Our sense of smell detected ganja and left us feeling rather good following the show. We may not have fit in, but had ourselves a great time. I'm thinking I should involve myself in some more TPT's (Trailer Park Tuesdays)!
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