Shopping Rant

And on a related note...

So, after much cursing and ranting to no one in particular, cuz i like saying "jesus f***ing christ" while standing in the christmas section unable to find what i need, i finally got it all done. The little old ladies just have no sense of humor about that, it seems. I got so many death looks. You would think they would give me the "praying for your mortal soul" look, but no, they went straight to the "send her to hell right now, lord" look. This brings me to my gripe about the store i was in at the time. Walmart Supercenter my ass. Whole damn hell's half acre and you think they have one gift tag anywhere in that store? No. And i moved shit to see if someone hid that last package so they could buy it when their shift ended, too. Nothing. Ended up having to deal with Target. They had plenty. Don't see them having to call themselves "super" do ya? No. And ya know why? Cuz they have shit, so they don't have to make themselves feel better by saying they all that when they know they ain't. "Super": here a term meaning "store that has everything you don't need in sizes you can't possibly use, hidden over at least 10 football fields worth of floor space in places that make no sense." By the time you know they don't have it, you have walked at least three miles, have blisters on your feet and are too tired not to settle for whatever approximation they do have. And that is why anyone buys stuff there.
Speaking of the redneck hell that is Walmart, i have now heard it and i have to say, nothing says uber redneck like hearing willie nelson's voice coming out of a mounted deer head. Ya just can't top that. Nope. I thought the Garth stuff was bad. I thought the singing bass was part of a plot to destroy the minds of people with brains and make folks like W look intellient by comparison. But, this is worse. So much worse.