I hate shopping. Really.
Well, Shrimpsei’s “Nano Pendant” has set off the beep after going in/out of Macy’s one hour ago and last week, too for the same reason – bra/accessories. I ‘ve been wearing this orgone piece while doing “time” at the temp job from hell. It’s sort of like advertising in the East Bay but no one seems to notice the triangular-shaped piece, not even while driving 80 mph northbound/homebound with my windows rolled down.
Yesterday, while Maw and Paw were shopping for a matching silk flower of purple to match the other two “parakeet deterants” atop the “valence” of the back door, I went to O’Rielly’s (Milpitas, CA) to buy my first bottle of “rain repellant” which won’t do any good now that the three-day storm of the season came and went last Monday through Friday. I also asked Jose for a fuel injector cleaner. He was kind enough to “pocket” in the $0.07 change to cover the $14.07 total. I said: “God bless you” and left the store. This place is normal except the guys joke around unnecessarily and then pretended to work when I approached the counter.
Last week, we shopped in K-Mart (Hayward). Three Filipinos were shopping – two old women and one old man. One old woman asked if I shopped there because I was wearing a shirt of blue color, the same color worn by the sales people working there. This was NOT the first time that fuckers thought I worked as a sales clerk. You know what? Maybe I should work as an undercover agent/investigator/shopper and pretend to blend into the crowd but arrest these poo-poo heads! “I didn’t go to college to do this.” (I mumbled this very statement under my breath while Laura was fiddling around Josie’s desk. Hopefully, the pussheads take a hint. F-ckers.)
Two weeks ago, I blogged briefly about shopping at Walmart (Milpitas). That place is really creepy because the shoppers are strangely/wrongly dressed for MY neighborhood and time/dimension. But the mostly Filipino workers are nice. What is spooky about the place are the “customer service shoppers”. Many goons were following/behind us. While I was shopping for a cheap wallet (long enough to hold my thick receipts), a husband repeated my very: [“I can’t seem to find what I want.”] He was waiting for his “wife” to come out of the fitting room behind me. Later, Maw and I finished looking for three empty bottles for water (2.5 gallons). After we left the vicinity, a brunette goon with a mustache squatted low in the same shelf we got the items. I looked behind my shoulder to see he left immediately down the aisle. Later, we found that Maw’s passenger door was wide open!
To TPTB and pals, can you clean up Walmart? There are too many weird spooks infiltrating those places! These fake shoppers are mostly obscenely obese and grossly dressed! Also, the creepy life-sized statue of a seated McDonald clown had its left foot propped up on its right knee: The red-headed Mason had the bottom of its left sole prominently/permanently displayed towards the incoming traffic of creepy shoppers. This offensive display has got to go away! Pronto!
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