You can see the weirdness, I can see the weirdness, but can the employees who allow the weirdness see it happening? My guess is no, otherwise they would put a stop to it. There might be some who enjoy the weirdness, but they’re not going to say anything.
As a WalMart employee: I can say that the strip is true to a point. Most of the time there are only “normal” people. Not saying that some of them don’t abuse the HELL out of spandex, but most of the time they are relatively normal. However the later and conversely EARLIER in the day it gets the freakier it gets. The old song of the “Freaks come out at night” DEFINITELY applies to WalMart!
Let’s put it this way: I am a straight female and even I was following this gal’s spandex covered butt! It was so tight, I swear you saw flesh through the weave. I watched in horror waiting for her to blind somebody when her pants exploded.
Husband: Is it Wal-Mart or Val-Mart?
Wife:Let’s ask this stranger. Is it Wal-Mart or Val-Mart?
Stranger: It’s Val-Mart!
Wife: Thank you!
Stranger: You’re velcome!
What kind of Walmart’s do they have in Ohio~?~ Because the ones here in Texas are known specifically for their weirdness.
You can see the weirdness, I can see the weirdness, but can the employees who allow the weirdness see it happening? My guess is no, otherwise they would put a stop to it. There might be some who enjoy the weirdness, but they’re not going to say anything.
I honestly don’t know. There weren’t any in Cuyahoga County until after I left for college, so I’ve only been to the ones in Houston.
I’ve got to agree with Windy though. They see the weirdness, but corporate policy is to deny its existence.
As a WalMart employee: I can say that the strip is true to a point. Most of the time there are only “normal” people. Not saying that some of them don’t abuse the HELL out of spandex, but most of the time they are relatively normal. However the later and conversely EARLIER in the day it gets the freakier it gets. The old song of the “Freaks come out at night” DEFINITELY applies to WalMart!
Sounds like fascinating stories.
Let’s put it this way: I am a straight female and even I was following this gal’s spandex covered butt! It was so tight, I swear you saw flesh through the weave. I watched in horror waiting for her to blind somebody when her pants exploded.
Insipid soul devouring ones. Same as Puerto Rico I’m sure gorgoth would have no problem dominating the plant life at my local walmart.
(TUNE: “Downtown”, Tony Hatch)
When you’re a slob
In desp’rate need of a job,
There’s just one place to come …
Val-Mart!
Treat the employ-
Ees like disposable toys,
And pay the minimum …
Val-Mart!
Where dominating produce is a thing that you can do there!
Folks are blind to weirdness, they won’t even notice you there,
Beating those beets …
So though you are built for pain,
There in a soul-crushing job,
You’ll forever remain!
There at —
Val-Mart!
Keeping the ai-sles clean!
Val-Mart!
Punching a pinto bean!
Val-Mart!
Where you can be a mean
Man!
*claps*
BTW, “Mother Goose & Grimm” once had a vampire say he bought his cape at Val-Mart.
That was a thing of beauty.
Wasn’t Wrenchie supposed to have only one crescent end?
Maybe Wrenchie is a Transformer(tm) and can be a crescent wrench, an open-end wrench, or even a Vise-Grip(tm).
Husband: Is it Wal-Mart or Val-Mart?
Wife:Let’s ask this stranger. Is it Wal-Mart or Val-Mart?
Stranger: It’s Val-Mart!
Wife: Thank you!
Stranger: You’re velcome!
You know, I knew there was a reason those were all over the place . . .
I like how he holds the wrench with his little finger extended
I like how Mike draws Nera as if she’s always in the middle of some kind of interpretive dance.
This hurts.
My sister is in press for walmart and my dad is a produce manager!
Your dad subjugates and oppresses produce?
Yep. And my sister convinces the world to accept the reality she promotes.
You have a problem with that?
Yeeeessss! SO True!