Stanley and I spent the 8th through the 11th in the Franklin Wal-Mart.
We had unseasonably warm temperatures approaching 70 degrees, and I guess this made some people think spring had sprung. Yes, it was pretty nice weather right up until I got to preview the Spring 2012 Hooker Wear Line on Wednesday night.
If Punxsutawney Phil tells us six more weeks of winter, the skin on display told us we have years of skankitude to endure.
My friends at the Red Light District told me that it would be at least until March before Wal-Mart was teeming with flesh, but their predictions proved to be incorrect as everywhere I looked, I saw bottoms plastered with words ranging from Juicy, Delicious, Sweet Thing, Donk, Ham Smuggler, and Infected. So I decided I would have to stay over the second night, to ensure all customers’ safety.
At 4:30 that afternoon, I checked with them again and the cleavage sticking out should have been something reserved for an “after midnight” song and dance, if you catch my drift. I just sat there as long as I could. After succumbing to the pain of bad cleavage and cellulite, I had to retreat into the tent section.
In my last post, I mentioned the opening for a new cashier. Sadly, HQ has decided we don’t need to fill the position, so that’s another missed opportunity. Not only that, but news surfaced last week, that Wal-Mart is re-purposing their greeters inside the store to handle odds and ends around the store. I expect it to be something to get used to, but I’ll still bring you my insights from inside the store as often as I can. Watch out for falling prices!