My facebook status: Hey drivers out there. It’s called rain…not the end of the world. Drive.
Really. I understand there’s been this strange object in the sky lately called the sun, shining in the sky, unfiltered by mass quantity of clouds…but c’mon. Rain? I know we’ve seen it before. What’s the big deal?
I took my regular exit off of 28 and was rather excited when I wasn’t 80 cars back. Then I realized that there was good cause. Freeport Road and 910 was a parking lot. People were in complete chaos. Everyone wanted to get into the Target parking lot, no one wanted to wait their turn. Cars. Tons and tons of cars. All cutting each other off, running red lights causing them to be in the middle of an intersection, cops attempting to direct traffic….pandemonium. I’ve never in all my years living out here have seen such a mess.
Well then Pregnancy brain sunk in. I got home and realized I needed to run to Target for a few things. I got down 910 and then realized, duh, idiot, pandemonium!!!
So I had to go to Walmart.
Now, I’m not a huge fan of that place. I just…feel icky when I go there sometimes. Especially on a Friday afternoon.
That’s when I saw this: (picture with me, now) hot pink velvet velor pants-turned-to-shorts, tweety tank top that’s seen better days, including the big hole in the right boob, the bright purple bra that was obvious underneath, and 5 inch fuck-me-pumps. They were yellow.
I won’t even go on about the hair. Because it was bright red, teased and windblown.
And what was in her cart?
10 boxes of condoms.
…….at least she’s being safe.