Post by Mad Dad: The Slot

This explains why I sweat profusely every time I shop there.


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I’ve made no bones about my distaste for Wal-mart … or should I say the dregs of society that frequent the bastion of commercialism and Everyday Low Prices.

(I realize that I am the part of those dregs … but I listen to waaaaayyyy better music.)

I took a risky trip over the weekend. It’s the like the Death Star of reprobates, trustees from the county jail, imbeciles and TB patients.

The Wal-mart in Waxahachie, Texas.

I knew it was bad news. Why did I go? Convenience. That always gets you.

After 10 minutes inside, I texted a friend “I think I’ve somehow added a chromosome due to exposure and now have Down’s syndrome.”

Still, the onus is on me to control my surroundings.

Attempting escape in the check-out line, I look to my left. And I saw this. I took a photo.

I don’t know a lot about Redbox (I am a Netflix patron myself), but I am 100 percent sure that isn’t the slot you return the DVDs, ma’am.

(Note: Please do not use Redbox. You too might gain a chromosome.)


 – Mad Dad


Crib Keeper’s Note: Shout out to the car keys hanging on that ever so classy assy. Through the magic of a dangling carabiner the jingles give her tingles. Those poor keys are the real heroes.

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