Is there hope for shampoo-wielding 6-year-old from Walmart brawl'lifestyle | 206957 hits | Jun 11 11:10 am | Posted by: N_Fiddledog Commentsview comments in forum Page 1 2 You need to be a member of CKA and be logged into the site, to comment on news. |
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Fake handicapped aisle blocker or bad mother? Who's the bigger societal monster? I had to click to see.
Now it's viral News. According to Global and other media anyway.
Is that Mama June from Honey BooBoo?
Worked with me.
Fake handicapped aisle blocker or bad mother. Who's the bigger societal monster? I had to click to see.
Now it's News. According to Global and other media anyway.
Is it not CBC approved yet? Wait a day or so until they can figure out their angle.
Is that Mama June from Honey BooBoo?
Isn't she in jail, or something?
And that Seinfeld bit is so right on. Those people exist.
What is it about that store that brings out the worst in everyone?
It's all them LOW LOW PRICES.
WalMart people are some of the unintentional funniest people on earth. It's like a horrible accident, you know you shouldn't stare but you just can't help yourself.
There's like dozens of WalMart fight videos on YouTube. What is it about that store that brings out the worst in everyone? Never saw any of this at Zellers or Crappy Tire.
Have you never shopped in one of these stores? Every thing about these stores pisses me off. They are breeding grounds for rage. Its like some sadistic bastard intentionally designed these stores to piss people off. The aisles are to narrow. Any careless person with a shopping cart can shut the entire aisle down. When you say "excuse me may I get through?", no one seems to comprehend the English language. I get a lot of blank stares, or the old "no abla English". If they do understand, they take it personally. "I'm shopping, I'll move when I'm damn good and ready! Fuck you cracker!" The people that work in these places look like they escaped from a travelling carnival, yet they still have more class than the average shopper. I swear the local half way houses buss their inhabitants to the store on the days that I am shopping.
The store can have 100 registers, and two will be open. Everyone ahead of you will be armed with over 100 newspaper articles that need to be verified for the price match guarantee (something that could be done ahead of time at a self serve kiosk if anyone in management gave a damn), meanwhile all your frozen goods have thawed and started to spoil. There is always someone ahead of you who thinks he can invite his friends to cut the line, and join him at the register. A move guaranteed to start a brawl. Every time I set foot in a Walmart, I am taken back to my trailer park upbringing. Those women in the video would have been my neighbors. Its survival of the fittest in these places. It takes all my self control (and some self medicating) to not star in my own youtube video, every time I set foot in one of these places. A Walmart store is the modern equivalent of the Roman coliseum. Abandon hope all who enter.
Bad karma.
That 99-cent sale on flip-flops triggered one fuck of a kickass bongo party to erupt in the shoe section.