Why I don't shop at Wal-Mart

I wish I had a photo to show, 'cause I know this is going to be hard for you to believe. Yesterday Nelson and I went to Wal-Mart because he needed an unusual size button battery and Wal-Mart is the place for batteries. While we were there I looked around, picked up 4 more things, then headed to the express lane to check out. This is what was in front of me:

A man
About 5'7", 160 pounds
With filthy black hair down past his shoulders
Cut into bangs in the front
Wearing a pink girl's t-shirt that tied to a bow on the side
And a red-and-white cheerleader skirt
With bare legs
And some sort of shoes - I think they were tennis shoes but really, it was all too much to take in at once, so I could be wrong.

Take a moment to visualize this.

He was buying women's pink disposable razors and Keebler Elf cookies. The woman rang up his razors and he made a big deal about how they were on sale for $1.00 and checking to make sure they rang up at that price. I was trying not to stare, so I looked down at the floor and that's when I noticed his legs were shaved. That explains the pink razors.

Then his cookies rang up 50 cents too much and he threw his arms up in the air in a tirade and that's when I accidentally looked up and got a full-on shot of his shaved armpit. *GAG* The check-out lady let out a heavy sigh then went to check the price of the cookies. They did ring up wrong, so he had a valid point. His bill came to $3.07 but Creepy Guy only had $3 so he handed it to the lady, then bolted toward the exit. The check-out woman gave me a look that said "we get all kinds". She rang up my stuff and Nels and I hurried out of there before Creepy Guy could return, but guess who was standing by the exit digging through a cart-full of crap with a hot pink wool Mexican blanket spread out over the top?

A homeless guy? Here? In a little town in central Ohio? Good-Bye Wal-Mart! Good-Bye forever!!!