Wild Wild Walmart
The wind had picked up out of nowhere. In the span of about ten minutes the temperature must have dropped fifteen degrees. There were five of us in the parking lot; Mohammed, Segura, JR, and some white girl who's name I will probably never bother to learn. As is usually the case the parking lot was deserted, just the five of us and the wind.
All of us were far beyond exhaustion. PC had been relentless. No one spoke on the ride to Walmart and upon entering we had went our seperate ways. I didn't really need anything, but the chance to get out of my room was too good to pass up. I meandered the store thinking about how nice it would be to be able to buy some simple items. A case of beer, macaroni and cheese, a twelve pack of soda, a hot pocket, but without the convience of a fridge or a microwave these items would just sit in my room taunting me.
When we exited the store we all noticed the wind. It blasted sand and dirt in our faces, eyes and down our throats. Nothing is more disguisting than a windy day in New Mexico. I had showered immediately prior to our excursion and was comtemplating showering again.
Seemingly out of nowhere it arrived. It darted right across our paths. I couldn't believe my eyes, so I turned my head and watched it rapidly make it's way across the parking lot.
"Was that tumbleweed?" I asked.
"Yeah, theres tumbleweed stuck to my car." JR replied.
I turned my head and sure enough another lonely piece of tumble weed had lodged itself to the fender of JR's car. I watched as it struggled free and dashed across the parking lot.
Part of me felt like John Wayne. I wanted to hit the dusty trail and protect the women folk. I wanted to chew tobacco and spit it on the street. I wished I could trade my .40 calibur in for a six shooter. I looked for a brothel or Jesse James. Neither was present. All I had was ten hangers, eight Gatoraides, and legs that felt like jelly.
No one said anything else on the ride back to FLETC. Maybe we were all tired, or dazzled by the parking lot tumbleweed.