You know you're at Wal-Mart when...

Okay, first let me preface this post and say that I do go to Wal-Mart and have nothing wrong with people who go there.

It's just that the Wal-Mart crowd (depending on which Wal-Mart location you go to, at least in my town) is very {ahem} eclectic and diverse.

Not long ago, G and I headed out to run a few errands and Wally Mart was the first stop on my list.  I had a few very specific things I needed to get there.  This specific WM always makes me feel like I've stepped into another town even though it is only maybe fifteen minutes from our house.  Think country bumpkinville... lots of camo, missing teeth, mullets, southern accents, etc.

When we checked out, we hit the jackpot.  The man in front of us in line was wearing full camo, had a mullet, and was buying more camo.  :)  P.S. I don't own any camo but don't care if you do.

I saw this on a friend's FB the other day and got a good laugh, but then immediately felt guilty for finding it funny.

Please ignore that whoever created this could not correctly spell "aisle."

Obviously it's exaggerated for humor sake, but you know you found yourself smirking ... at least a little!