beware of the wheelchair
so i was driving back to work because i went home for lunch. now u must understand that i work in like hobo paradise, not a fun place to drive though. anyway as i was heading toward a parking lot so that i could park, it came to my attention a hobo pushing his wheelchair! how odd is that? well anyway, because of this i came up with a new though:
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You are an amazing girl, who Roman is very lucky to have. I hate him because of that. Anyhow, back to my very random story about wheelchairs and Wal-Mart. I bet you are wondering what they have in common. Well, I would love to tell you. When I was maybe a sophomore in high school, my good friend Dylan "Dinkin" and I went to Wal-mart on a weekly basis to tour it, but never buy anything. It was more of a scoping for chicks operation, if you will. Too bad we were never once victorious. I have come to the conclusion that 99 out of every 100 freaks at Wal-mart are Indians, child-molestors, and porn lovers. It is quite the scientific statitistics behind my reasoning. When you live in South Dakota, study shows that 1 out of 100 people are normal. So you can see where the 99 people are pyscho's. That fact has absolutly nothing to do with this jounral entry, back to the live action. Dinkin and I would walk into the store and always swipe the wheelchair and ride around it as if we were crippled, persay. But in reality, we were perfectly fine. The wheelcahir was just a way to get big breasted, gorgeous women to stop and talk to us. Well, our theory of "If your broken, you will get looked at." Well, it was proved very true. Lots of people stared at us and gave us evil looks. None of the women even thought of stopping and talking to us. We got so angry one day that we took the wheelchair from the store out to our car. At the time, Dinkin drove a blue Toyota Corolla. Little to our previous knowledge the wheelchair did not fold up and would not fit into his back seat. Out of the left field, a woman start chewing us out for trying to steal a handicapped person's seat with wheels. We denied all types of accusations and said we were just loading up our personal wheelchair. Back to the not thinking the whole story through, the back of the wheelchair is HUGE ASS LETTERS said "Wal-Mart." Those bastards. They just had to label their crap like they own my wheelchair. I was angered, so I just wheeled the old farts ride into the cart rack and ran like a bat out of hell. Needless to say, our attempts of borrowing a wheelchair with not intentions of returning the wheelchair was unsucessful. I feel like a dork and a nerd because in reality, what in God's name am I going to use a wheelchair for other than just to stare at it? Amazing thought! Well, this story has exceeded a non-insane person's brain so I will sign off with a note to self: Don't do anything without thinking about it.
Samuel C.
The Failure of Thieving Wheelchairs
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