I have to tell ya,
I went to K-mart (oh sorry Big K) the other day and man did it
piss me off to no end.
First let me start
with first impressions, it was nasty, I mean nasty! The floors
were filthy, there was shit pilled up in the isles and it just
gave me a total cluttered feeling. I was there with the wife,
so at this point I realized I had no escape. She informed me she
needed some new bras, you know what that means guys, hours waiting
in the husband chair by the dressing room, the dreaded "does
this make me look fat" question, and for gods sake the weird
looks by all of the other women in the immediate area. Now I've
been married long enough to see this pitfall and quickly exited
stage left. With a mighty Hi Ho silver and a I'll be in mens cloths
or automotive, I disappeared into the isles.
Every step offered
me more reasons to be pissed (and if you knew me, you'd know I
took them). As I dodged the crap in the isles that waited to be
returned to the shelves (probably stuff that someone broke and
returned) I ran into them. Yes them, you know who I'm talking
about, the assholes with hubby, wife, 2 or 3 kids, and at least
one cart (most times 2). Who the hell are these people, and what
the hell can be so interesting to stop the whole clan in the middle
of a main isle. I understand that everyone has to shop, but heads
up mother fucker I am not invisible, get the hell out of my way,
but no you just ignore me and take it for granted that I am supposed
to go around. So much for being civil to each other.
Now pissed off to the
point of scramming at children, I finally got to the mens cloths
section (a journey that felt it took a lifetime). Now I am a big
guy, I'm not fat (well a little but aren't we all) I am big through
the shoulders and hips. I were a size 46 jeans, and like to get
2X shirts, because they are easier to work in. Who the hell designs
this shit? Its like once you get above size 36 jeans you are some
sport fan, fishing, sweats wearing fat man who has no life, and
what little one you do is spent shopping "the fine selection
of clothing" at the fuckin big K. When you imagine a big
guy, do you see him in sleeveless shirts, sweats, tshirts with
pictures of bass on them, or how about those stylish jeans, you
know the ones with the extra pouch in front for the gut they know
you have if your buying jeans this size. Do you know why this
is what you see when you think of big guys? Because this is all
they make in these sizes. Its the same for women to! if your not
a size 6, your stuck in the granny cloths section.
Oh you can shop at
those bigger sizes stores, at their "affordable prices".
Ha that's funny, affordable if you make over $80,000 A year. This
to me is just ridiculous, you cant tell me that all of these top
agents in the clothing industry don't see what this. Oh that's
right, all the people they hang out with are anorexic, or dying
of aids, sorry (hope the aids remark doesn't offend the gay community,
nothing was meant by it). Pull you head out of your ass, the way
you sell cloths is make cloths people want to wear and can wear.
ALL PEOPLE. I look at this as a form of discrimination. Oh and
how far have we come in letting our younger generation know its
ok to be them selves, when you make women like Allie Mcbiell (fresh
from a binging hurl session) an idol and supposed "what women
should look like" woman. Sorry, I don't find her sexy, on
the contrary, I'd be afraid to bang her cause I might split her
in half.
Thourghly aggravated
I went to the automotive section (dodging THEM the whole way),
where I found all of their "New Stock". Just a bunch
more of the shit I don't need, and to top it off they take out
all of the shit I do need to make room for it.
Checkout time (thank
God), and surprise, surprise, 7:00 Friday night and they have
3 tellers. You idiots, there's 20 people in each line, and lord
forbid you have anything but cash, because that takes a managers
first born. Did you ever feel like you always get in the wrong
line? don't! All the lines are like that.
We pay (and through
the nose I must add) for this shit, and the longer you lay down
and take it the worse it will get. Stand up America, ask to see
the manager. Never trust the word of some bitchy 17 year old girl,
or pimply faced kid. They don't know, don't care about you or
where they work, and most of the time are just covering their
ass, because "This job sucks." Let me tell you punks
something, when I was your age (and that wasn't as long ago as
you thing, so don't even start that old timer story shit) I had
a $5.25 an hour job, and I busted my ass. I had pride in my job
and workplace. So I refuse to get attitude from you because you
think you have a hard life.
In closing I have to
say, just don't take this shit anymore people. If there is a mess
in the store, tell the manager. If a worker is rude to you just
ask them to get their supervisor. You may not see results right
away, but in time they will treat you better because they know
that you will say something if you are not. As for the clothing
industry, pull your heads out of your asses. I vote we all go
naked anyway.
