Another Walmart "incident" narrowly avoided!

It's a damned good thing I can't walk. If I could, things could have gotten ugly at register 12. At 5:04 this afternoon, I pulled my wheelchair into register 12, the one with the sign which plainly reads "Speedy Checkout: 20 Items or Less." As I pulled up with my cloth bag around my neck containing 4 items, there was a young black woman (early 20's) ahead of me. She was the only one in line. She had a sleeping infant in a car carrier braced into the child's seat of the cart. As soon as she started unloading cans of Similac onto the belt, I thought "WIC coupons." After nine cans of Similac, out came the usual two large boxes of cereal (adult cereal), the cans of fruit juice, and a package of cheese slices that must have gone 5 pounds. Naturally, that turned out to be larger than the size WIC allows. No problem. The clerk paged an assistant manager who took the over- sized cheese and went off on an eight minute search for the right size. Did it occur to the woman to say "Never mind, I'll get the cheese next time," given that there were now 4 more customers waiting behind me? Of course not. Don't be silly. This was a member of the womb-to-tomb, Democrat -dependent generation. Now, about time she had unloaded her 28th item in the 20 or less line, the apparent sperm donor, an early 20ish black male who looked like he could have suited up tonight and played first-team tight end for the Wildcats, came up and broke into line ahead of me to join the receptacle. He plopped 4 of the very largest bags of different Lay's chip products onto the belt. No store brands for these two - no sir! Naturally, when the clerk finally got through going through all of the interminable crap with the WIC coupons and the hapless asst. manager finally returned with the right cheese, then the receptacle pulled out her food stamp EFT card and paid for the premium chips. This whole affair took 16 minutes. To fully appreciate how pissed I was, let me describe these two thoughtless ingrates. The sperm donor had on a dirty white T-shirt, a pair of droopy, silky, athletic shorts, black socks, and down-at- the-heel, cheap, cloth, bedroom slippers. He had no doubt been lounging around their Section 8 pad all day. The receptacle had on the latest sneakers - in pristine condition and with the untied laces placed just so. She had black, skin-tight, Spandex pants stretched over her ample ass. She wore a Superman T-shirt - blue with the yellow chest shield and red "S." She was a super something, alright. Yes, it's a damned good thing I could not walk. 11/21: Speaking of Walmart, thanks to the regular reader who alerted me to this story. http://news.aol.com/article/plea-deal-reached-in-missouri-walmart/776694?icid=mainhtmlws-main-ndl1link2http%3A%2F%2Fnews.aol.com%2Farticle%2Fplea-deal-reached-in-missouri-walmart%2F776694