patooyee
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I'm going to take my gun to Wal-Mart from now on.
The other night my wife and I were sick, didn't feel like cooking, but had to eat. So I figure we'll just run across the street to Wal-Mart and pick up a rotisserie chicken. Well they were out. I go back to the deli where I know they roast them to check and see if they have more going. I knew something was up when I got there though because there were like 15 people huddling around the deli counter. I notice they do have some more chickens rolling though so I ask the mentally challenged in-bred 400-lbs deli worker when he thinks they'll be ready. He says he doesn't know, could be hours, and all these people are all waiting for chickens. He uses this eat-**** tone that I don't appreciate, but he really got dealt a short genetic stick so I let it slide knowing that ultimately I have won in life over him. I look back at the digital timer on the oven and it says 13 on it. I'm guessing these people weren't waiting 13 hours so I say thanks, go do some more shopping, and come back in about 12 minutes. Since I left the crowd had doubled to about 30 people. The timer goes off and I can feel everyone tense up, all eyes turn to the in-breed to see what he's going to do. He opens the doors, temps one of the chickens, and starts using tongs to pull them. Once the tongs touch the first chicken all hell breaks loose. People start shoving, pushing, cutting in line, cussing at each other to get at the chickens. What was once a neat and orderly line is now and all-out riot for survival. People are literally being pushed up against the glass deli case by the hordes of People of Wal-Mart in the back pushing forward like in the front of a concert. As the in-breed starts handing out boxes of chickens the people who get them take off, running to be first in the checkout lanes. There is this mass exodus of people literally jogging with the overstuffed buggies full of Doritos, Coke, and chicken to the front of the store. I couldn't believe it. You would think that it was the zombie apocalypse and these were the last chickens on Earth. If you were walking in the front of the store and seen them coming you would think there was a gunman in the back of the store.
Anyway, I could very clearly see that there were more than enough chickens for everyone, so I just let all the madness clear out, got my chicken, went home and enjoyed it. But this whole experience really got me to thinking about doing some more prepping. These people were almost willing to kill each other for chickens where there wasn't even a shortage of. Imagine how it would be if there really were some sort of famine / apocalypse / end of world scenario! You would literally just have to kill anyone you saw and ask questions later. It was very eye-opening.
Anyone else got a People of Wal-Mart story?
The other night my wife and I were sick, didn't feel like cooking, but had to eat. So I figure we'll just run across the street to Wal-Mart and pick up a rotisserie chicken. Well they were out. I go back to the deli where I know they roast them to check and see if they have more going. I knew something was up when I got there though because there were like 15 people huddling around the deli counter. I notice they do have some more chickens rolling though so I ask the mentally challenged in-bred 400-lbs deli worker when he thinks they'll be ready. He says he doesn't know, could be hours, and all these people are all waiting for chickens. He uses this eat-**** tone that I don't appreciate, but he really got dealt a short genetic stick so I let it slide knowing that ultimately I have won in life over him. I look back at the digital timer on the oven and it says 13 on it. I'm guessing these people weren't waiting 13 hours so I say thanks, go do some more shopping, and come back in about 12 minutes. Since I left the crowd had doubled to about 30 people. The timer goes off and I can feel everyone tense up, all eyes turn to the in-breed to see what he's going to do. He opens the doors, temps one of the chickens, and starts using tongs to pull them. Once the tongs touch the first chicken all hell breaks loose. People start shoving, pushing, cutting in line, cussing at each other to get at the chickens. What was once a neat and orderly line is now and all-out riot for survival. People are literally being pushed up against the glass deli case by the hordes of People of Wal-Mart in the back pushing forward like in the front of a concert. As the in-breed starts handing out boxes of chickens the people who get them take off, running to be first in the checkout lanes. There is this mass exodus of people literally jogging with the overstuffed buggies full of Doritos, Coke, and chicken to the front of the store. I couldn't believe it. You would think that it was the zombie apocalypse and these were the last chickens on Earth. If you were walking in the front of the store and seen them coming you would think there was a gunman in the back of the store.
Anyway, I could very clearly see that there were more than enough chickens for everyone, so I just let all the madness clear out, got my chicken, went home and enjoyed it. But this whole experience really got me to thinking about doing some more prepping. These people were almost willing to kill each other for chickens where there wasn't even a shortage of. Imagine how it would be if there really were some sort of famine / apocalypse / end of world scenario! You would literally just have to kill anyone you saw and ask questions later. It was very eye-opening.
Anyone else got a People of Wal-Mart story?
