Anyone who has shopped at Wal-Mart can attest that the parking lot is a free-fire zone of pedestrians going in all directions. Each pedestrian completely oblivious to the constantly moving objects that are all, in relations to their size, 20 times larger then they are. Meanwhile, either oblivious older or impatient middle-age drivers are running through the parking lot, searching for hours to find a parking spot that will save them 20 seconds of walking.
I bring this up because, being a member of the latter drivers (only much younger), I nearly ran over several young ladies, who thought their very-well rounded rumps, entitled them to stopping the laws of physics from hitting them at full force. After slamming on the brakes, they froze like deer in the headlights and didn't move. They then shook themselves off and cursed at me for going so fast. Just because I was going 35mph in the parking lot, doesn't mean they couldn't track my movement.
To commemorate this occassion, I bring you this...