Wal-Martians
After I got off work at Target today (at 1am no less), I decided to go to Wal-Mart to try and find some Kodak T-Max film (a black and white film compatible with the development process available at TCC), which Target unfortunately no longer sells. Because I had gone to work immediately after hanging out with Donny and Kari, I didn't have time to change clothes and ended up wearing layers to work, so by the time I got off work I wasn't feeling, to rephrase an Outkast song, so fresh and so clean. However, as my schedule is quite packed, the time available for aquiring supplies (much less to be able to get my photo assignment done before Tuesday night), I made the journey anyways. Stripped down to a t-shirt (my blue Speed Racer shirt) and my rather dirtied work pants, I began the rather daunting task of trying to find a specific item in a Wal-Mart store after hours, which is quite the Herculean task (anyone who has been there after midnight will agree).
Right as I reach the photo processing booth, two older woman begin staring at me. Not knowing what to make of this, I shrug it off and continue my search. After maybe 30 seconds, both of them walk up to me very briskly.
"(in an irate tone) Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Where's the luggage?"
"Excuse me?"
"The luggage department."
Bear in mind I am in a t-shirt and khakis, and by this point look like I've crawled out of a sewer. Nowhere does my attire mention anything regarding employment ANYWHERE (much less Wal-Mart).
"....I don't work here."
"Oh."
*both women walk off*
Bitch.
(As it turned out, the only B&W film sold by Wally World is CN film that requires the machines used for color processing. Had I not found a few rolls of Kodak 110 film, which is the film I learned to photograph on in 1991 and didn't even know the still made, the 20 minute visit would've been a total waste of time.)
Right as I reach the photo processing booth, two older woman begin staring at me. Not knowing what to make of this, I shrug it off and continue my search. After maybe 30 seconds, both of them walk up to me very briskly.
"(in an irate tone) Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Where's the luggage?"
"Excuse me?"
"The luggage department."
Bear in mind I am in a t-shirt and khakis, and by this point look like I've crawled out of a sewer. Nowhere does my attire mention anything regarding employment ANYWHERE (much less Wal-Mart).
"....I don't work here."
"Oh."
*both women walk off*
Bitch.
(As it turned out, the only B&W film sold by Wally World is CN film that requires the machines used for color processing. Had I not found a few rolls of Kodak 110 film, which is the film I learned to photograph on in 1991 and didn't even know the still made, the 20 minute visit would've been a total waste of time.)