Rob and I went shopping a few day ago at our least favorite store, Walmart. Not sure if it’s the customers or the employees or the whacked out set up but we kinda avoid it. Anyway, Shae needed summer clothes and well for a 2 year old Garanimals are perfect.
We go in, head straight for the kids section in the back and begin to bicker over outfits. Rob kept telling me that the animals HAD to match. I say they make them to mix and match now. We settled on an armful of $3 pieces and wouldn’t you know the power goes out. This is when the panic set it. I looked at Rob and said “This is how riots start”. He laughed but I was dead serious. I kept telling him let’s go, let’s walk to the front, I don’t want to be robbed or mugged or stampeded. Rob’s still laughing.
I insisted that the looting was about to start. At any moment things were going to be flying off the shelves and women were going to start screaming and people were gonna start stealing the flat panels. Rob said “Want me to shove this stuff under my shirt?. Instant eyeroll, seriously, was he willing to go to jail for $30 worth of Garanimals?
The power stayed off and we exited the store. The experience was actually quite calm, no screaming, yelling, destruction of property or any expected shenanigans. All the customers just left their carts in the aisles and walked out.
I’m not crazy though, I instantly imagined the news flashing images of people busting past the cashiers with diapers, DVDs and fishing poles, oh and Rob with matchy matchy toddler clothes shoved in his jacket. The scene was perfect my neighbors just couldn’t pull it off though, maybe they are higher class than I give them credit for.
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