It’s always the big, grotesque Shaniquas. They’re all over the place at the Walmart I go to. Fighting over the carts, just being loud.
Yep. They drive cars without license plates, park in the handicapped spots, and waddle over to the mobility scooters which they claim for themselves as entitlements. They're 27-year-old grandmothers with hair weaves, expensive nails, and neck tattoos.
These people are the reason why I'd rather spend more money to shop at Vons or Target.