So I'm sure most people have now heard of the website, PeopleOfWalMart.com. It's an amusing little site featuring Bigfoot style photos of what many refer to as "trashy" people shopping at the store that offers some of the best deals in the country.I'm no better than the next man. The stuff on this site cracks me up. And there is also a lot of truth in the photos as I have a hard time thinking of where else I could find these type of people if I tried. You will always see them in droves at Wal-Mart. But why only Wal-Mart? Sure, the store offers almost everything needed to survive... but you'd think these same type of people would go SOMEWHERE else once in a while.
But anyways, my point is, while I can't help but chuckle at seeing such things as a guy shopping for instant mashed potatoes while wearing a homemade tank-top that reads, "I Luv Chi-Chis" I still can't help but wonder who the heck the people are that happen to obtain photographic evidence of these instances and then take the effort to post online.
Not long ago, I overheard a couple talking about how they took their camera and spent the evening roaming the aisles of their local Wal-Mart looking for someone that belonged on the site. To their disappointment, all they were able to find was a picture of a goth kid in a trenchcoat. Hardly the white-trash gold that site-goers are accustomed to. They then mentioned how they saw an obese man displaying a large amount of buttcrack as he bent over to look at baseball cards. They also felt the need to mention that in his other hand was a boquet of flowers. "Oh ma gaaaah! What's his story?" they asked. Unfortunately for them, the man stood up before they could sneak out their camera.
He was their white whale. And he escaped.
It was then that I discovered an even lower class of human than the misfits that make up the website. It's the malicious schmucks that post these unflattering photos for no other reason so that the world may join them in ridiculing some stranger.
I thought that the story I overheard had a rather happy ending in that some guy who's only crime was liking baseball cards and buying flowers for a loved one didn't have his ass pictured on the internet. What's his story? He probably had at least something meaningful to do with his time, as opposed to you sorry sacks.
All I can say is, Get a Hobby. I have several. I like drawing, watching the special features on DVD's, and blogging about people that go to Wal-Mart in search of butt crack.
