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Hey you been reading my mail? I was taking one more look around before I do. I have to go back to work tomorrow. I was going to go today but I was up late with my cold and a bad cough so I called in one more day sick. Monday after I went to the doctor, I went to lunch with my mom and my almost 95 (on Oct 30) year old granny. Granny was mad because her fries had the peelings on. I told her they were good for her and she would grow up big and strong. She replied, "Humph! Harley and Helen always told me that and they've been dead 20 years. I'm 95 and I'm going to keep peeling my potatoes." I had to go to Walmart with them and she got an electric cart. She did excellent but one corner was too tight and she got hung up on a stack of boxes. She hopped off and was going to lift it over so it was free so I did it for her. So if any of you guys get out of line, I'll send Granny after you. See ya tomorrow.<br><br>Cheers, iRock<br>"Oh, give me a home..."

Nooooooooooo.... not Walmart.... please don't say you're one of the "Drones" that files through the doors at Walmart only to walk through the isles as if you're the only one there... please don't tell me you're one of the rude shoppers that blocks the tiny little isles with your cart as you read the health ingredients on a box of Chocolate Cocoa-Puffs.... SAY IT AINT SO!!!! <br><br><br>[color:red]semicolon dash parenthesis</font color=red>

AIN'T SOOO!!!!!! I am the one that waits for people to move and smiles politely through gritted teeth because I refuse to stoop to that level. The biggest mystery to me is why WalMart has very few maternity clothes when all I see there are people that do not have a concept of birth control. Of course their maternity attire is limited to men's sweats and t-shirts.<br><br>Cheers, iRock<br>"Oh, give me a home..."

Wal-mart *SHUDDER*<br><br>When I was in graduate school in the midwest Wal-mart was the ONLY place to shop for anything, even groceries. And on a graduate stipend you really couldn't be choosy anyway, so Wal-mart once a week, every week!<br><br>Now just passing by one on the road puts me into convulsions. I can NEVER go back.<br><br>

That may be all for the better. <br><br>

I lived in a town in mid-nowhere Illinois where the only place that you could shop was Wal-Mart (the economics are interesting but depressing). Anyway, I remember one day going doing the "food" aisles and seeing a box that boldly proclaimed itself as containing "American processed cheese food product." I wondered then, and wonder still, at what remove from reality that cheese was.<br><br>In graduate school, we ate a lot of hotdogs--the cheapest, nameless kind. We did, that is, until one night I read the ingredients list and found out that the first ingredient in the hot dog I was eating was "beef lips." I kid you not!<br><br>Great wits are sure to madness near allied.--John Dryden, "Absalom and Achitophel"

I'd rather "beef lips" than "chicken lips" <br><br><br><br>

You've got a point--but then everyone loves chicken fingers, and I've never been able to figure that one out <br><br>Great wits are sure to madness near allied.--John Dryden, "Absalom and Achitophel"

Ya.. gotta wonder how big those chickens are to have fingers that big. <br><br><br><br>