I had to do it.
Well I didn’t HAVE to. Nobody held a gun to my head and threatened to pull the trigger. But still, no self-respecting peddler of smut, no person who has a blog which highlights the craziness of the human race on a daily basis, can avoid posting about this for too long.
It’s The People of Walmart. If ‘people’ is the correct term.
For those of you who’ve been shooting up heroin at Ponte Towers or living under a rock for the last couple of decades, Walmart is a supermarkety-type chain store in America.
You can buy anything from a pair of pants, to all your groceries, a small turbine engine (whatever that is), a revolver, some nail clippers, a chimpanzee and a canister of nitrous oxide, all at Walmart.
And all for the very lowest imaginable prices. There’s pretty much nothing you can’t buy at Walmart. Except for good taste. That’s the one thing that one cannot find on any of the shelves at Walmart.
People of Walmart is a website where people post pictures they snap of people/crazies they see shopping at Walmart.
here are a few I pulled off to give you an idea of the vast craziness that is this world.
Not even a t-shirt lady? A sarong? A towel even?
at least he had the decency to throw on a pair of pants over his one-piece.
Oi lady, shorts are in aisle six!
that’s some belt she’s got on.
Dude, I appreciate the effort you made in actually putting on a t-shirt. But seriously, what’s the point?
literally straight from the psych ward.
one-piece duckie pyjamas? in another place/time/planet, that could almost be cool.
Ow, eina! my eyes! my eyes. Thank goodness this shot isn’t from the front, hey!
short back and sides, and a little off the top.
Man in a skirt? Fer sure! Why the fuck not? I don’t even have a problem with men in skirts, it’s just he looks so unlikely! Waist up he’s the dude leaning over the fence chatting to his neighbour about his John Deere lawnmower. Waist down he’s borrowing your favourite stilettos and shagging your boyfriend.
lady, could those pants be any smaller?
Um… I‘m speechless/captionless.
Wilmaaaaaaa!
I do. Really? Well I do not! Surely he should have thought to buy the condoms earlier. That’s really the romantic first memory of your marriage that you’re looking for?
And finally, it’s the ultimate ‘look’, the permed mullet! Wow, it doesn’t get more crazy than that. Hook me up with one of those puppies, immediately please. Although somebody should tell him, no matter what, the mullet may be here to stay, but the perm is NEVER coming back!
OMG. Yeah I’m speechless.
my eyes!! seriously tho, WTF?? this supports my argument for compulsory birth control
I can still handle the perm. The Mullet on the other hand – NOOOOO!!!!
Lood, i’m going to stick with the perm as being worse. the right mullet on the right dude i can still handle, but the perm? unacceptable!
Alwill, there should be a test. if you don’t pass it, you can’t have kids. like a driver’s license.
you can’t make up shit like this, its tooooo good! 🙂 fan freaking tastic
oh, how i love walmart for this exact reason!
I saw a potential “People of Walmart” victim at Cavendish yesterday… a woman of about 75 dressed like a 25 year old on crack… white toenails, white gladiator heeled sandals, white dress (revealing) and I forget the rest but the most bizarre eyebrows and eyeshadow combo. I almost walked smackbang into the Maya’s Kitchen storefront…
It was all about WTF – Mirror? Family / loved ones to break the news gently???
Wahhahahahahhahahaha hahahahhahahahah That’s terrible!!! I can’t imagine walking around like that AT HOME!!!
(got your link from a blogging buddy) 🙂
Peatree, so wish you’d taken a picture. We could start our own website: People of Shoprite Checkers. would be awesome!
Supermom, welcome. so divine to have you here. Everyone, check out supermom’s blog, it’s fab. http://supermom.wordpress.com/ – loved your post on the birthday wishlist, it’s only funny because it’s so true!
@Laura, you’re lucky you get to see this stuff in the flesh. you could take a deckchair (or buy one there) and camp out at your local Walmart for entertainment.