Wal-Mart People

So it's that most magical time of year again when I wind up going to Wal-Mart at least 10 times a week and at the most obscene hours, they're open until midnight for those of you who didn't know. The bright spot about going though isn't the reasonably priced merchandise, no no, and it's not the smell of McDonald's french fries that fills the air, it's the boost in my self confidence that I get by the time I leave!! No matter how many times I see it happen I am always amazed by the absolute stupidity of some of the people who walk through those doors. I've decided that there should be an IQ requirement in order to shop there. The self check out stations. That's all I have to say, well not really, but you know what I mean. I cannot tell you how many times I have stood on line behind some nut bag who keeps making the help light flash on the check stand because she's scanned her deodorant 15 times and can't understand why her total is $35 when all she bought is that one stick of deodorant. Or the lady that has two cart fulls of stuff and she just couldn't bring herself to wait on line for a checker so she goes to the self check out where the signs clearly read 15 items or less, why? Why? But my personal favorite is "Why won't this scan lady". You know who she is. She's the one who scans something and then stands there with it in her hand, staring at the screen that's clearly flashing please place item in bag and as she proceeds to scan her next item with her current item still in her hand can't figure out what went wrong. Oh how I have longed to punch someone at Wal- Mart self check out station. Here's the thing though, I keep going to the self check out station. I guess maybe I have faith in humanity and I'm hoping that one day I might wind up in line behind someone with whom I don't have to hold back the urge for violence with. One can dream. Oh well, until the bar gets raised on who they let into Wal-Mart I guess I"ll just settle for a little comic relief and anger management.