I Hate K-Mart, and any other -Mart for That Matter
I absolutely fucking hate K-Mart, and Wal-Mart, too. I hate those stores so much because not only do they NOT carry the products I want to purchase, but they employ dumasses, except for Skyler. He's the only smart one in the whole fucking bunch of Wal-Mart and K-Mart employees in the fucking world.
So what has my panties in a ruffle? I was all excited today because I was going to go to Wal-Mart after school and pick up Battlefield: Vietnam and stuff. I was so excited, in fact, that I had a boner. So anyways, I went to Wal-Mart and headed straight for electronics, expecting the find the wonderful computer game sitting there for me to purchase. As I entered the electronics section and went to the games, I noticed some stupid fag kids playing a stupid fag video game. I was going to head butt each and everyone of them, but I had a mission to accomplish. I commensed visual scan of the shelf, but to my dismay, I could not find the game I wanted to buy. At this point, I began to get frantic and swear under my breath, much to the delight of the stupid fag kids. Fuckers. So then, this stupid stoner of an employee walks up and is like, "Dude, you find everything okay?" I wanted to punch him in the face, but I kept my cool and politely asked if he had Battlefield: Vietnam. He found a small empty space at the bottom of the shelf, and under this empty spot was a sticker: "Battlefield: Vietnam, $39.98" They were sold out, those bastards. The guy said he didn't have any more in stock, and as I was about to light a match in the clothing department to burn the damn store down, I remembered there was a K-Mart in Washington as well.
So, I hurried over to K-Mart, nearly tipping my truck over twice and disobeying every known traffic law in existence (you see, I was on a tight schedule because I had to go to work). I hit an old lady buying flowers at the Cherry Tree Shopping Center, but otherwise civilian casualties were light as I pulled in like a bat-out-of-hell into the K-Mart parking lot. I sprinted into the store and knocked down some stupid kids as I barreled into the electronics center. I had to sit down momentarily because I was completely out of breath at that point (I haven't run a single step since November, so I get tired really easily from short physical exertion). I entered browsed quickly through the isles, hoping to find the game I so desired. I was perplexed when I couldn't find the computer games, and an old woman of Italian descent (or so I guessed) approached and asked if I found everything okay. I asked where their computer games were, and she repsonded that they don't carry those things anymore. If I had a gun on me, her ass would have been capped. I gave her an expression that was a combination of horror, shock, and constipation. How the hell could you not carry computer games anymore? What the fuck has this world come to?
Defeated, I drove solemnly home while listening to A Perfect Circle. I had a whole evening planned of kicking slant-eyed Commie Vietcong ass, and now look what I'm doing! I'm updating my Livejournal for crying out loud! I've truly hit rock bottom.
So what has my panties in a ruffle? I was all excited today because I was going to go to Wal-Mart after school and pick up Battlefield: Vietnam and stuff. I was so excited, in fact, that I had a boner. So anyways, I went to Wal-Mart and headed straight for electronics, expecting the find the wonderful computer game sitting there for me to purchase. As I entered the electronics section and went to the games, I noticed some stupid fag kids playing a stupid fag video game. I was going to head butt each and everyone of them, but I had a mission to accomplish. I commensed visual scan of the shelf, but to my dismay, I could not find the game I wanted to buy. At this point, I began to get frantic and swear under my breath, much to the delight of the stupid fag kids. Fuckers. So then, this stupid stoner of an employee walks up and is like, "Dude, you find everything okay?" I wanted to punch him in the face, but I kept my cool and politely asked if he had Battlefield: Vietnam. He found a small empty space at the bottom of the shelf, and under this empty spot was a sticker: "Battlefield: Vietnam, $39.98" They were sold out, those bastards. The guy said he didn't have any more in stock, and as I was about to light a match in the clothing department to burn the damn store down, I remembered there was a K-Mart in Washington as well.
So, I hurried over to K-Mart, nearly tipping my truck over twice and disobeying every known traffic law in existence (you see, I was on a tight schedule because I had to go to work). I hit an old lady buying flowers at the Cherry Tree Shopping Center, but otherwise civilian casualties were light as I pulled in like a bat-out-of-hell into the K-Mart parking lot. I sprinted into the store and knocked down some stupid kids as I barreled into the electronics center. I had to sit down momentarily because I was completely out of breath at that point (I haven't run a single step since November, so I get tired really easily from short physical exertion). I entered browsed quickly through the isles, hoping to find the game I so desired. I was perplexed when I couldn't find the computer games, and an old woman of Italian descent (or so I guessed) approached and asked if I found everything okay. I asked where their computer games were, and she repsonded that they don't carry those things anymore. If I had a gun on me, her ass would have been capped. I gave her an expression that was a combination of horror, shock, and constipation. How the hell could you not carry computer games anymore? What the fuck has this world come to?
Defeated, I drove solemnly home while listening to A Perfect Circle. I had a whole evening planned of kicking slant-eyed Commie Vietcong ass, and now look what I'm doing! I'm updating my Livejournal for crying out loud! I've truly hit rock bottom.