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- Mar 13, 2004
The place is absolutely disgusting. I was out on some business this afternoon, and I didn't take my normal route home. I wasn't near a target, so Idecided to go by Walmart (my first time). As soon as I step out of my car, there are two monique lookin' women fighting...I hear "f' you, you fat*@#!#" and the other one replied "f' you, you stank $%++." It's whatever....I lived in queens, so I've seen/heard worse....
Anyways, before I stepped foot in the store, I notice a lady looking at me. She had bags full of groceries, etc. with two small kids in tow. She came up tome and asked if I could translate something for her. I told her no problem, and she pulled out a piece of paper. On the note in PERFECT grammar was somethingalong the lines of: Dear sir....I lost my job. I have two small children....can you spare a few dollars. I gave her the note back and just walked in. That's taking hustlin to a new level...you gotta be a dope or a sucker to fall for that...
As soon as I was in the store, I was overcome by the stench of the nail salon to my immediate left and the mcdonalds which was connected to the salon...thesmell knocked me back like I got hit by a jab from chris brown. The store itself looked like a %!$%#%+ bomb went off. Shirts all over the floor. Lookinglike a black friday on a tuesday...Seemed like 1/3 of the store was dedicated to these bootleg Barack Obama "we did it" screen printed T's.
Well, I ended up scrapping most of my list of things to get, and I only bought a card. The cashier in my lane looked like Randy from the wire and to myamazement was somehow emulating souljaboys moves in his little 2x2 area by the register.
I swear it's like a parallel universe in Walmart...I'd lick the lime on a baseball field from homeplate to 1st base before i go back in a Walmartagain...
Anyways, before I stepped foot in the store, I notice a lady looking at me. She had bags full of groceries, etc. with two small kids in tow. She came up tome and asked if I could translate something for her. I told her no problem, and she pulled out a piece of paper. On the note in PERFECT grammar was somethingalong the lines of: Dear sir....I lost my job. I have two small children....can you spare a few dollars. I gave her the note back and just walked in. That's taking hustlin to a new level...you gotta be a dope or a sucker to fall for that...
As soon as I was in the store, I was overcome by the stench of the nail salon to my immediate left and the mcdonalds which was connected to the salon...thesmell knocked me back like I got hit by a jab from chris brown. The store itself looked like a %!$%#%+ bomb went off. Shirts all over the floor. Lookinglike a black friday on a tuesday...Seemed like 1/3 of the store was dedicated to these bootleg Barack Obama "we did it" screen printed T's.
Well, I ended up scrapping most of my list of things to get, and I only bought a card. The cashier in my lane looked like Randy from the wire and to myamazement was somehow emulating souljaboys moves in his little 2x2 area by the register.
I swear it's like a parallel universe in Walmart...I'd lick the lime on a baseball field from homeplate to 1st base before i go back in a Walmartagain...
