Wal*Mart: The End of Western Civilization (And Bane of Vegetarians)

In the late Nineties my small Texas university town was ‘blessed’ with a brand new Super Wal*Mart. I don’t really like Wal*Mart, but the grand opening was kinda a…

“Big Hairy Deal”

(not a lot of opportunity for excitement in my little town)


(Except Vegetarians)

Anyway, I just had to go.

Back then I was a vegetarian and was interested to see if Wal*Mart had decent produce and perhaps at a bit cheaper than the only other grocery store in town, a Brookshire’s.

(I was loyal to Brookshire’s and even had one of those ‘Cards’ to prove it, but I was a paycheck-to-paycheck’ kind of dude you see. So there was that.)

Besides, I was always a bit of a slut anyhow.

Turns out they did have decent produce and cheaper too, so I filled my buggy with quite a few fresh fruits and vegetables.

I was very excited.

Got to the checkout and the surly cashier:

I knew instantly she was ‘surly’ when she took a look at my cart and grimaced. She picked up a zucchini and pointed it at me just as I imagine she would a .45 cal. pistol.

 “What is This?” she demanded.

“Zucchini,” I said, trying to be polite about it.

There were no little stickers on the veggies in those days. The cashiers had a rolodex type thing with photos to help them identify ‘foreign fruits and vegetables’.

She picked up a… wait for it… turnip. “And what’s this?”


Turnip-Truck: Just Fell Off

I grew nervous when she grabbed a bunch of kale.


“Nope. Sorry. ‘Kale’,” I replied almost apologetically.

At this point I could literally see the frustration (and anger) building.

 “Well look Sir, you know I ain’t from around here. I’m from Oklah-homa and I don’t know Yawl’s local vegetables,” she informed me rather pointedly.

She hefted a cantaloupe, “And this?”

“Oh, that’s an egg.” I said.

She almost yelled, “This ain’t no egg! It’s too big.”

“It’s a dinosaur egg.”

I don’t think she was amused.

She dropped ‘the egg’ back into my cart with a loud ‘thunk’, picked up the receiver on her phone, pushed a button and blasted throughout the store,

“Manager to Checkout Six! Manager to Checkout Six!”

It was all I could do to keep from falling down on the floor laughing my ass off. I thought about running away, but then I would miss all the fun, so I just waited for ‘Management’ to appear.


Didn’t take long.

Mister Manager-Man arrived, took one look at MS Cashier and quickly assessed the situation.

“Uh, Mendy, why don’t you go ahead and take your break now. I’ll take over here until you get back.”

Mendy snorted and huffed as she exited stage left.

For the sake of the remaining Walmart Patrons, I hoped Mendy would manage to Mend her attitude a bit while sucking down Dr. Pepper and Hot-Boxing Marlboros during her break.

“Sorry Sir. She’s still in training.”

I’m guessing this weren’t Manager-Man’s first rodeo, vis-à-vis MS Mendy.

He quickly and efficiently rang up the rest of my purchases, took my money and said,

“Thank you for shopping at Your Walmart Super Center.”

“No offense Sir, but not sure if I’m ready to claim ownership just yet. Let me get back to you on that.”

He laughed.

I laughed.

We shared a laugh.

And I pronounced my ‘Walmart Experience’ a pleasantly entertaining one.

And left with all my ‘exotic foreign’ produce items.

Mission Accomplished.


True Story.

Gotta love Wal*Mart. (and Oklahoma)

Just Kidding All My Okie Neighbors!

(But Y’all know how it is between Texas an’ Oklahoma!)


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Just when Y’all thought there was hope for my sanity…


The Devil Went Down To Walmart…


Street Cred for Vid:  Nomadic Fanatic


Comments from original post below.

Some are pricelessly funny.


LAMarcom June 28, 2014 at 17:32 Edit

‘pomegranate’ Hahahah

Didn’t some Greek chick get in trouble waaaay back in the day for eating pomegranate seeds?

I wasn’t actually there, but I didn’t miss it by much. (Yeah, I am THAT old!)


Thanks again for your visits and your great comments here at TT&H


LVital7019 June 28, 2014 at 12:11 Edit

Like it’s YOUR fault she can’t recognize UNIVERSALLY COMMON produce like a zucchini or a friggin turnip! God forbid you handed her a pomegranate… Her eyes might have rolled back into her skull.

lauramacky June 27, 2014 at 00:50 Edit


LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 23:45 Edit


rachelcarrera June 26, 2014 at 23:39 Edit

LOL! Exactly! 😀

LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 23:26 Edit

If you catch me in a Wal*Mart, just know that the Cold War is back on.

All I’m sayin’


rachelcarrera June 26, 2014 at 23:25 Edit

LOL! Don’t you just love when you smile out loud? 🙂 Yeah, Walmart definitely attracts a certain caliber of clientele. At least here in Florida. I try to stick to the grocery store and Target and only use Walmart for emergencies after the regular stores are closed. 🙂

LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 23:25 Edit

Yeah, I went from Walmart to Iraq.

Iraq was bettah…


LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 23:17 Edit

I wanna write a book about some of my Wal*Mart experiences.

Laughin’ out loud!

Thanks for your visit and your comments.

Made me laugh and smile too. (out loud)



rachelcarrera June 26, 2014 at 23:14 Edit

LOL! That’s funny! I don’t know a lot of veggies either because I’m allergic to so many, so I don’t eat a lot of variety…However, I DO know enough to know to apologize and explain that and not just make the excuse that it’s local to your state! That’s really sad! LOL! (AND no I won’t ever eat ANY produce from Walmart either!)

lauramacky June 26, 2014 at 18:08 Edit

You’re welcome Lance. Glad you’ve moved on from Wally World, lol.

LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 17:03 Edit

Don’t you just hate it when the best comeback lines come to you too late? I know I do. Yeah, your response would have been priceless.


Thanks Sandra!

Sandra June 26, 2014 at 17:01 Edit

Awesome! My 1st job was at McDonalds where a customer actually asked me what was in a Bacon, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit. Wish I had said, “lobster, of course.” Some people. I tell ya!

LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 16:53 Edit

Looking for white carrots. Too fuckin’ funny!

Thanks for the laugh My Friend.



LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 16:52 Edit

The whole ‘Wal-Mart Experience’ always cracks me up.

Thanks Sharon for your comments and for the read.



LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 16:51 Edit

It really was a bizarre (and true) experience. I had to laugh (to myself).

Thanks Sadie!


LAMarcom June 26, 2014 at 16:49 Edit

I actually had a part-time job at that very same Wal-Mart a few years after it had opened. I HATED it. I was just helping out during the run up to Christmas assembling bicycles. Wal-Mart’s are weird places to work, let me tell ya.

Thanks for the read and the comments Laura.



lauramacky June 26, 2014 at 11:02 Edit

I cannot STAND Wally World! That’s what I call it. Forutnately there is not one for MILES from where I live lol. I refuse to step inside. My husband occasionally goes there….I let him have his fun. I’ll go to Whole Foods instead. haha

~ Sadie ~ June 26, 2014 at 09:49 Edit

CTFU here!!!! 😉 Seriously, didn’t know what a cantaloupe was . . . especially from that part of the country . . . great post, Lance!!!

sharoncummings June 26, 2014 at 07:25 Edit

That is hilarious! I was a vegetarian for 5 years myself….vegan for 2 and even a raw foodist! I only made it 6 months on the raw…LOL I have been eating meat again for the past 12 years, but I still eat a ton of veggies and I totally get this…it still happens. Who doesn’t know what a zucchini is? ha ha

happierheathen June 26, 2014 at 02:29 Edit

We get something like that here when the local grocer has things the checkers don’t know. The first time around it was a parsnip and the checker got frustrated because there were no “white carrots” in her handy dandy list. The woman was just about 60 years old and a native in these here agricultural parts, too.

Just so it’s said: Fuck Wal-Mart! 😀

LAMarcom June 25, 2014 at 23:09 Edit


If I had thrown a Big Mac, Large Fries, a Whopper, and some Jim Jims out there, she would have done just fine. My bad.


Thanks for reading.


Mad Annie, Bronwyn, Ann June 25, 2014 at 23:04 Edit

I HAVE been known to laugh at teen trainees when they didn’t know common fruits or veg. Told them they needed to start eating healthier.

HOSPITALS. (“Plural”) Thirteen Days Back-To Back

This is Just the ‘Trailer’

Full Movie Coming Soon To A Theatre Near You.

Soon, Very Soon

Keeping as a souvenir: (I’ll Never wash that wrist Again!)


Here is a Clue:

Cred: ‘Scared Sober with Delirium Dirk – Real Delirium Tremens and Alcohol Withdrawal


Street Cred:  ‘Christy Moore’


Street Cred: Kris



Kinda Made Me Wanna Stick Around For Another Month


Don’t Even Ask…


Footnote to This Story:

Today I sent these Flowers (and two boxes of Chocolate)

And these Heart-Felt words :

“Thank You All For Taking Such Loving Good Care Of Me.

I Shall Never Forget Your Kindness And Your Graciousness.

My Very Best Wishes,


Chapter Two Here

My First Info-Babe Love: Christiane Amanpour!

She took my “News-Junkie Virginity.”
Then she never looked back.
Never dropped by.
Never mailed a postcard.
Never telephoned.
No Nada!
(Just kidding Christiane)
You know I will always love you best!


Absolutely Charming!


Every time I see her, I fall in love all over again.

(I suppose that’s how it always goes with those…

“First Loves–Lost”)

‘Just Hang on to your Good Memories Cowboy.’


Why do I love her so?

We have walked the same dirt.

In Dangerous, Desolate Places.

That is Why.

And She is Braver Than Me.

That is Also Why.

“We Have Heard The Chimes At Midnight.”

She and Me

Me and She

(Just Never Together)

Can You Imagine?

Can You Even Wrap Your Mind Around My Vain Fantasy?

If. Just If!

(I Would Have Become a Very Different Man…)

Left-Over Food. Left-Over Dreams. Left-Over White Trash King!

My Fridge:

Left On my Bed. Instead. No worries. I can sleep around it.

I’ve got enough left-over food (some weeks gone-by of age-Waste not. Want not!) in my fridge to ‘Feed Cox’s Army’

‘Feed Cox’s Army…’ An expression Janet used to hurl at me upon often occasion.

Anyway… I got NO Room! No ROOM! For my Beer! But I don’t care!

I am sorta European in this regard.
I LOVE Warm Beer!

Yes! Yes! Yes! I know:

I am pure-dee Bona-Fide White Trash.

And I LOVE TV Dinners!

(If the sauce is not too blue)

Astute observers will note the Ouija Board in this below video.


Added Value:

Kitty Muster: Roll Call! Fall in! (You Pussys!)

Vid Cred: CatsCovers


Had Five
Stand by…

And I will tell you why.

When I first met my soon to be third wife, (Shakespeare / Marlow Professor), She announced to the class, First Day of Class:

“My Name is ‘Lisa,’ but you may address me as ‘Professor’, or ‘Doctor Lisa.’ “

She continued:

I have three ex-husbands and five cats.”

(I was ‘instant – enamored’)

Three weeks later we were living together.

Of course I had to drop out of her class… well just because… I was ‘honorable,’ back in those days.
Seems to me I had two choices. I could sleep with her, or remain her student.

Not both.

I chose the former.

First time she invited me into her apartment the kitties all went crazy, running about, knocking over shit.
Vases, bowls in the kitchen, magazines, flower pots, etcetera.

She said, “They do this every time I return home. They’ll calm down in a few. Wanna drink?”
“Of course” I said.

Then Kitty Roll Call/Introductions:
Oldest to Youngest:

John Paul (AKA ‘Kitty) Old and pure white and touch me not.

Sabrina, Fat and gray, dumb as a box of rocks, huge belly, dragged the floor.

(Months later when we all moved into a real house with real wooden floors, I would spray her belly with Pledge and watch her walk about, dusting the floors…)

Lisa was not amused.

(But I was)

Midge (AKA: “Moochie”) Tiny. Pure solid black. Tiny. Small of frame. I could almost put her in my shirt pocket.

Henry. Large, very large Orange Buff Tabby. Sweetest disposition of ANY Cat I had ever known. He was the ‘Peace-Maker’

Henry had just one character flaw:

Every time I was on the telephone, he would jump onto my lap and ‘Meow’ his ass off.

He just would not allow me to have him second in my attention.

Lucia! (AKA “Chia” Cat From Hell.) Black and white. Had a body like Mary-Lou Retton,

kinda chunky and muscular and just as agile. First time I introduced myself, she bit me.

Then She clawed me. Left me bleeding.

(Not Mary Lou: Lucia)

(It was Love at First Bite)


Bonus Added Values:

Camila Cabello!

Shorter Version:


To Be Continued…

Simply For Cynthia (Esoteric Post—Don’t Bother)

Song Dedicated to My Cynthia.
She works her butt off, looking out for all the inmates here @ Lion’s Den.

She is My Guardian Angel in Disguise.
I do not want to live in a world without her, now that I’ve found her.
And she me…


I had a package delivery today
My neck collar/embracement
But more important:
Thank You Cards—Blank
I filled out three:

One for that dude who helped me into my house last week

One for Deb, The Warden.

And of course one for, the main one of course … for Cynthia, The Walking Boss.

I shouted her down as she was making her rounds.

Asked her to deliver my cards. Then gave her hers.
She threw her arms about my neck.

(We do not wear WuFlu Face Diapers in Texas)

While Locked in her embrace I said, “You know I love you.”
She said, “I love you more.”

Then she untangled she from me and walked away.

I watched


Fun Fact: Donna Married two, count ’em, two, White Boys.
Maybe there is hope for me!
Alas, but she be dead…

And Hopefully in Heaven.

If there exists such a place.


Just for fun, for all you folks out there in

‘Radio Land’

A Little ‘Bonus’ Content:
(Are you ‘Content?’)
I know I am.


Beautiful, Wondrous Lady!