The creature above is just one of many depicted at People of Walmart. While I worry why a hospital in-patient is wandering the public isles, I worry more about where the opening of her gown is. God forbid she flash anybody with the goodies underneath.
Though I must say, I cannot say the same for the gentleman below. Apparently, he has decided to leave very little to the imagination.
Maybe I didn't want to know that he had a perfectly tan body, but he sure didn't give us the chance to make this decision, did he? Unfortunately, the sight of his quasi-nude body has led me to ask another question that I know you will all regret--what the heck is holding up his pants?
It's almost 1 AM and I'm online checking out news on Walmart. No, this is not a common occurrence for me. I hate that I'm still on my computer (1) constantly refreshing my Facebook News Feed to see who else is up, (2) checking mindless Internet garbage for mild entertainment, and (3) playing the same soundtrack (Where the Wild Things Are) for the last three hours. (Sorry Karen O, I love ya, but this must soon end.) What's worse is that I've got to be up for work in T-minus four hours, and none of this awake time is being utilized to do anything productive.
Numbing my mind is how I cope with stress. I was never the kind to mourn with strong outbursts of emotion, mainly because I'm not sure I know how to. And then thoughts of sleep present their own problems as they remind me of the awful nightmares I've been having lately. So until I figure this all out, mindless Internet garbage it is!
See y'all at Walmart,
Shopgirl.
