the de-evolution of the american society can be seen at your local wal-mart.

had short conversations with three people tonight at the wal-mart yet i spoke to no one at the mega store.  i interacted with exactly zero people in regards to my shopping experience.

i talked to my sister and my neice to wish them a happy mother’s day on the phone and exchanged text with a friend in st. louis while browsing the shelves and wandering around looking for the cottage cheese.  i thought i saw this sexy old cougar checking me out but that’s the extent of my human interaction.

i really hate how that place is set up.  it makes me sick.  but it’s hella cheaper than the kroger on everything.  fifty cents a pound for bananas?  two fifty for a gallon of milk?  two bucks for yoplait strawberry banana yogurt?  come on man.  you just can’t beat that.

and while i was there i was able to pick up a new pair of work pants, a travel bottle for shampoo, a travel soap dish and a hannah montana poster.

there were only two check out lines with human people.  the one where you gotta buy your cigs and one twenty or less lane all the way to one end that was hung up with a group of mexican’s who were having some language problems with the little white girl running that register.  i’m just thinking how ironic it is to have the only human lane clogged by the people they have installed all the multilingual express check outs for.

i don’t get it.

and if you aren’t going to give me human assistance in anyway, wal-mart, is it possible for me to get a little more room at the auto check out?  i mean, there are only two bag things right?  well, sometimes i get more than two bags of stuff.  but if i move one bag out of the way and into my basket so i can load up some more crap, the idiot auto register tells me to replace the item or push the go back button.

it’s like, dude, i can’t fit all my stuff into one bag.  i gotta kinda swap them out, ya know. 

but fifty cents a pound on bananas is, well, bananas.