What goes around comes around.

I didn't take this picture, but it's a common enough sight that I could have.

So guess what? I'm not going to talk about my pannus and its impending removal in this post. I know, about time, right?

Anyway, I had to go to Wal-Mart last night. And I had to go to the one across town. The one across town attracts some interesting clientele late on Saturday night (although not nearly as interesting as the Wal-Mart on the other side of the Army post. That one downright scares me).

So, I'm walking around totally being judgmental of the other shoppers. It was like stepping into the pages of People of Wal-Mart. It's times like those that I wish I had a camera in my phone.

There was an older lady in a shiny, silver jumpsuit. There was a guy with the mullet of all mullets (seriously, it was down past his big, shiny, belt buckle. And it was curly). There was the usual bevy of people wearing American flag/bald eagle/camouflage adorned clothes. It was hot out, so there were at least five 300+ pound women wearing spandex shorts and bra-like tops (Now, I'm not judging them for being 300 pounds. It happens. I was there myself. I'm judging them because spandex shorts and bikini tops look pretty horrific on most people, but add a few hundred excess pounds to the mix, and well, it ain't pretty).

There was one point while I was standing at the milk cooler, listening to the conversations going on around me, that the redneckery became overwhelming. I really felt like I had to get out and get out now.

Anyway.

I paid, loaded the van and got in. And that's when I realized that I was wearing bedroom slippers. And no bra.

Serves me right, I guess.