There's a reasonThere is a very good reason I don't go into Wal-Mart unless I absolutely have to. I hate the place. The brain scanning beams are becoming harder to dodge too. By now you've all seen the "People of Wal-Mart" website, right?srstrufax Alas, I needed to go into the Wal-Mart on the north side of Dothan a few days ago. I needed a small grey ladder that will be used for access to my cockpit. I knew they carried them, or used to anyway. This Wal-Mart is one of the cleaner ones. Shortly after entering I was near the big screen TVs at the back of the store looking at LED HDTVs. A mans voice came over the intercom as it crackled to life. One word was said. Only 1. "Testicles". Then silence. Yes, I kid you not. But wait, I'm not done. A few minutes later I was in the bread aisle of the supermarket section where I witnessed a disturbing sight. The memory will haunt my nightmares for ages to come. An employee was bent over stacking the large plastic trays used to hold the loaves as I rounded the corner. His backside was towards me. He was wearing a pair of light blue nylon shorts. Aqua mostly. But wait, there's more. He's a BIG fella. At least 350 lbs and about 5'8". On the back side of this fella's light blue shorts was a very prominent 5 inch wide 8 inch tall skidmark on the outside of his shorts. I'll give you a moment to let that sink in. *waiting* Yes, this fellow had shat his pants, and was perfectly comfortable continuing to work and handling food with a large greasy fecal leakage on the outside visible prominently for all the world to see. Wal-Mart, I'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for reminding me of why I despise entering your store whenever possible. How could we ever have stooped this low. I can't make this shit up people. Oh yes, my cockpit arrived and is taking shape. It's in the house and is starting to look like an F-16 is supposed to look. Now, to move everything into the cockpit and work begins on making it functional.  At least I'm getting a sizeable chunk back from the fed. Still, the bastards took over $5,900 of my money this year. I guess Princess Nancy needs more liquor, and free tattoo removal is clearly more important. Pics of my cockpit to follow within a few weeks. Oh the fun I will have in it. Do me a favor. Piss off a liberal today. Somebody has to do it. 
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