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Posted on 01/29/2005 9:23:51 PM PST by Former Military Chick
There's a large multi-page color supplement in the Sunday paper almost every Sunday here.
You can see a pdf version of it at the Wal-Mart web site:
http://www.walmart.com/ecircular/ca_ecircularfinder.gsp
The Wal-Mart employees I know love working there.
"I've never gotten good service at a WalMart. Most of the people working there can't speak english or pretend not to"
I have never experienced that problem at any of the four near my home....
I responded: "Putting words in the mouth of a U.S. president counts as public service, yes? (Stein was a speechwriter for Nixon.)"
You responded: "Did I miss something, I said I thought he would make an excellent public servant. I am sure he learned much during Nixon's term. Yeah, Nixon had his troubles but I do not hold that against Ben."
All right, now ... where are confusing each other here? You said Stein WOULD MAKE an excellent public servant, and I simply responded by saying that, well, in a way Stein ALREADY HAS BEEN a public servant. And I made a goofy little play on words about a speechwriter putting words in a president's mouth.
What's the controversy?
And all this time I thought you were a chick.
Stein is right on the money.
Thanks for the ping, and your military service.
He then added: "How did you do that when you just joined today?"
Come on, I know it can't be that hard to figure out! Think about it for a second ...
... a little more ...
... OK, you thinking? ...
... you ready? ...
... I used to have a different user name! (Insert Triumphant Brass Flourish Here)
I signed up with the new name because I've got a new blog, and I wanted my blog nickname to be in sync at all the other websites where I post.
I can be a chick.
Depends on your earning potential.
And there was once a time when you could have won it, too.
---There's a large multi-page color supplement in the Sunday paper almost every Sunday here. ---
I'll check our Sunday paper. There may be an insert I've been ignoring!
Didn't change your a-holness any did it.
What's more likely is that you have been zotted a few times.
Hmmm... interesting... I followed your link. That circular is the one I received by mail this past week, Tuesday I think.
My earning potential is 'bout at the cornbread and beans level so I think we're both safe.
Shopping at Wal-Mart, on the other hand, is like beaming down to Planet NASCAR - a world known for its fetid atmospheric gases, harsh overhead lighting, and grunting, apelike humanoid inhabitants. It's usually dirty at Wal-Mart, not to mention funny-smelling, and the poorly-lit parking lot is a gauntlet of panhandlers, drifters, and guys that look like the Randy Quaid character from Christmas Vacation, right down to their grime-encrusted RVs - all of whom "just need a couple of bucks for gas so they can make it to Uncle Lonny's". Once inside, it's a mind-numbing nightmare to fimd what you're actually looking for, and if you do find it there's usually one checker for every 100 checkout aisles, guaranteeing that you will end up waiting endlessly in line behind the funny-smelling old white lady who purchases eveything with rolls of pennies (which she counts twice to make sure she hasn't been cheated), the scowling black teenager in full Detroit Bulls uniform buying a single package of batteries with a Amex Platinum Card (and no ID), and the gum-snapping crimped-haired Latina who insists on paying for her 49 cent package of SpongeBob SquarePants hair scrunchies with an un-numbered third-party check drawn on the Bank of Guatemala and made out to CASH. "Ax me fo' my driver's license? Oh no you dih-int!"
All this to buy a can of WD-40.
And I didn't even mention the legions of screaming, mucus-encrusted children that run through the store like packs of Morlocks from an H.G. Wells novel. Your average Wal-Mart is like a combination day-care center and meth lab - a reeking bedlam of overstimulated, gene-damaged, poopy-pants pre-teen mutants with mullet haircuts and WWF sweatshirts, all purple-faced and screaming for Daddy to buy them the ceral with the free Nazi armband in every box. Yeah, that's the atmosphere I want to be in after a hard day of work.
Do I like Wal-Mart? Hmm. Let's just say that if a smallpox plague were to hit Tarrant County and the only place to get the vaccine tonight was the 24-hour Wal-Mart SuperCenter, I'd take my chances waiting until Target opened tomorrow at ten and pay ten cents more to buy it there. Call me a snob, but next to the prospect of an evening spent among the Wal-Martians, even the threat of having virulent, suppurating pustules covering my eyes, nose, and throat seems somehow less scary.
Throw in a RC Cola and a Moon Pie and then we can talk.
I love his wisdom ! Please see his website esp.
http://www.benstein.com/writing.html
He has some REAL JEWELS there...
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