Lawanda and I spent the 30th through the 11th working as greeters at the Franklin Wal-mart.
The first of the month is always our busiest, and this one was no different.
We picked up one bag of hash, and I saw no quality issues. However, we did smell what we thought was sewage several times. I don’t know if some fields nearby have been sprayed with manure or what. Anyway I’ll find out.
On the Sunday after Hunting Season ended, it was like a funeral procession. Several men were still in their camo outfits, being propped up by the cart, and being dragged around gleefully by their wives from aisle to aisle. By the summer, they shouldn’t be in such bad shape from them getting dragged around to the granny panty aisle then onto the hair dye section. I know that’s not going to happen though.
The law had to come out to our parking lot that Sunday to disband the funeral the hunters were having for the passed season. They argued they were assembled peacefully and won’t hurting nobody, but were denied when they cops found cans upon cans of Natural Light, and hundreds of empty shotgun shells around the vehicles.
Not only that, but someone needs to tell these guys that rubbing piss allover yourself is not a cologne. Matter of fact, shouldn’t R.Kelly get in on this business? You’re telling me you’d go for the deer in rut over R. Kelly’s Cris for Piss formula? To each his own.
The year 2011 is gone, and it was pretty horrible. I’m still working at Wal-mart for the New Year. This was only temporary, yet here I am, a 35 year old greeter still working my summer job from my college years. Damn economy.