Thanks to Wal Mart, I now know my headlights were on in the middle of the day. It's a Jama rant.

[Jamastiene]

Might want to cover the children's ears. This is a thread by me about Wal Mart, which means there will be lots of cussing. One out of two pharmacists may also be offended as well, apparently.

I have done my part to piss off the right wingers today.

As usual, just when I was in the most pain, I ran out of my prescriptions.

My TMJ has gotten worse. I now am uncontrollably grinding my teeth and gritting them so tightly together today, that I chipped one a little last night. Just got back from the dentist the other day too. I'm not happy. It looks like I'll need to be fitted for one of those expensive(I'm sure) mouth pieces to keep from gritting and grinding so hard that my teeth fly right out of my head and I end up looking like the "eyewitness" to a story on the nightly news. They always have about 4 teeth in their head and a crazed look in their eyes. News teams really know how to spot the most animated, vocal members of society, don't they?

In other words, I'm hurting like a motherfucker today and guess where the only place I can afford to buy my prescriptions is?

Guess? You'll never guess.

Wal Mart

(insert five full minutes of a pause here to wait for y'all to quit calling me a FReeper, redneck, baby killing, kitten killing, child slaving... damn I've been in GD: P too much this week)

Okay, are you done cussing about Wal Mart and bitter rural morans like me who have to go there because we have no other choice?

If the answer is no, keep cussing, then read on. Trust me, you'll still find this funny, or outrageous, or at least mildly amusing, at the very least.

If the answer is yes, you are finished cussing about Wal Mart and bitter rural morans like me who have to go there because we have no other choice, you should know I'm not.

I'm not through cussing about Wal Mart, nor will I ever be.

Hell!
I've already been there, every month to pick up my prescriptions. There is nothing worse than the Rockingham Wal Mart. Hell could not hold a candle to that place. Hell is a joke compared to that place. God could strike me dead with lightning or a tornado right fucking now and my soul would drift to Wal Mart to spend eternity grumbling, cussing, sweating (they never use the goddamn A/C like normal people. It's always 80 degrees minimum in there) and hating the human species more than ever. I swear I am the most misanthropic person on the face of the planet, when I am at Wal Mart.

I think I'd rather try Olive Garden or chicken rolled in cornflakes than the Rockingham Wal Mart. Everyone is always standing in my damn way chit chatting like it's a damn social get-together of some sort. It's a fucking store. Buy what you went for and get the fuck out of there or at least get out of my goddamn way!

:wtf: is wrong with these people? On the one hand, they don't want any beer joints or bars or clubs in town because they swear up and down it'll cause homosexuality. Then they need somewhere to go and church, even going 7 days a week, apparently doesn't give them enough time to get all their gossip in.

So what do they do? They socialize in Wal Mart and make the cuss words flow out of my mouth like silk. So, if you are ever in the Rockingham Wal Mart and you see some brunette with a scowl on her face who is pushing a buggy around and grumbling and cussing and glaring at people randomly, that would be me. :hi:

So, I had to go pick up my prescriptions. I can pay $90 at every other pharmacy in the county, or I can pay $55 for my Zoloft at Wal Mart. I despise Wal Mart, but made the stupid mistake of mentioning that I had to go there to get my prescriptions. You see, my aunt thinks that means she should make a "list" every time I go. I always tell her, Food Lion has everything but the prescriptions and the Sawnson's canned chicken.

She never listens. So, I wake up today and the first thing she does it flicks open this long scroll that rolls across the living room floor and hits the wall on the other side of the room. That was her "list."

I started cussing, because I knew I was hurting bad enough that I didn't want to go to both Wal Mart (let's just call it Hell from this point on. ok?) AND the grocery store in one day. There was no fucking way today. That wasn't happening.

After arguing about the length of said "list," I finally went to Hell. When I got there, I headed straight for the Ibuprofen for my jaw, (whatever their cheap ass store brand was, I don't remember the name), and then asked for my prescriptions.

Here's the sorta funny part. I was already in a pissy ass some may say "bitter" mood, because I was in Hell.

When the pharmacist turned around, she "whispered" OUT LOUD to the other pharmacist working the drive thru window , "SHE IS NOT WEARING A BRA. HER HEADLIGHTS ARE ON." Of course, I know myself, because to mine own self I am true, a true Pervert, that is. Of COURSE, it was me she was talking about.

This is the kinda funny part. The Drive Thru Pharmacist said to the Titty Watching Pharmacist, "I used to go without a bra when I was younger and could do it too."

I took my prescriptions from Titty Watching Pharmacist and beamed the biggest grin EVAH and stuck my chest out and walked away as slowly and as sexily as possible.

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She blushed. Do y'all think I should ask her out now? Or build up the Titty Watching Pharmacist foreplay by waiting until I have a bikini on and asking her to help me pick out the best kind of suntan lotion, then asking her to put it on my back? :evilgrin: