Today I am making a plea to all consumers of the Wally World.
First of all, I don’t mind that you come shopping in your Nascar PJ’s. I come to the superstore looking like crap all the time. So get out of bed, roll your hair and and come on shopping.
Second, I don’t care if your kids misbehave at the store. Been there, done that. My kids have thrown some tremendous tantrums. They gotta learn how to act in public somewhere, it might as well be at the Wally World.
But one thing I can not handle, If you are gonna come to the Wally World to buy the economy pack of generic douche, please do not subject me to you intently reading the label while I am buying chicken.
I am in the poultry aisle, you should be in the fish aisle.
Thank you for your cooperation.
