Stopped in at our friendly local Wally world to pick up a few staples (peanut butter, cheese whiz, Ritz crackers etc) last night as part of my trip to the cemetary to pick up the flower urns. Seems after a humbling trip to the cemetary, one has a somewhat philosophical mind set.
Well for me a trip to Wally world is about akin to a trip to the dentist for a root canal and about as enjoyable. Shopping at Wally world is like and easter egg hunt in a 20 acre hayfield. Anyhow being in a laidback sort of mood I took in some of the surroundings and sounds. Not too long after entering the pathway of no return down the dozens of eisles, I hear the announcement ' FULL ZONE DEFENSE' of course I've heard that a hundred times. What do I do? hide behind a clothes hamper? Run? Draw an AR-15? What does this mean? A minute or two later a young kid 4 or 5 years old is stomping down the eisle ahead of his Mom and chanting 'FULL ZONE DEFENSE!-FULL ZONE DEFENSE!' So now I'm thinking, now that we've burned that into his psych, what will he do with that later in life?
Another one that struck me as oddly comical is the announcement of 'security cameras scan departments such and such'. I've got a pretty good idea why they do that, likely to be sure the only reason my hands are in my pockets is to keep them warm and take a load off my elbows. I've never been in the bighouse (so far anyway) but I have to wonder if that's like passing from one cellblock to another. Heck everyone knows that the security cameras are looking down your shirt every second. Must be they feel people have short memories. Maybe next time I need a few staples Mama will be in a better mood and I can talk her into picking them up.
Well for me a trip to Wally world is about akin to a trip to the dentist for a root canal and about as enjoyable. Shopping at Wally world is like and easter egg hunt in a 20 acre hayfield. Anyhow being in a laidback sort of mood I took in some of the surroundings and sounds. Not too long after entering the pathway of no return down the dozens of eisles, I hear the announcement ' FULL ZONE DEFENSE' of course I've heard that a hundred times. What do I do? hide behind a clothes hamper? Run? Draw an AR-15? What does this mean? A minute or two later a young kid 4 or 5 years old is stomping down the eisle ahead of his Mom and chanting 'FULL ZONE DEFENSE!-FULL ZONE DEFENSE!' So now I'm thinking, now that we've burned that into his psych, what will he do with that later in life?
Another one that struck me as oddly comical is the announcement of 'security cameras scan departments such and such'. I've got a pretty good idea why they do that, likely to be sure the only reason my hands are in my pockets is to keep them warm and take a load off my elbows. I've never been in the bighouse (so far anyway) but I have to wonder if that's like passing from one cellblock to another. Heck everyone knows that the security cameras are looking down your shirt every second. Must be they feel people have short memories. Maybe next time I need a few staples Mama will be in a better mood and I can talk her into picking them up.