Mr. Bobbles vs. The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady

Dull voice appears in mind when reading following words accompanied by picture of drab looking man who appears bored, it wouldn't hurt to think of an infomercial's narrative voice either: Ladies and readers of these words while parts of this story might be changed for dramatazation and from second-hand storyhearing the following account is completely true. (Besides for before mentioned parts) This happened not many days ago, and the story is pubilished with owner of The Bobbler's (owner prefirs name of Mr. Bobbles to be used) permission. Permission was not recieved from the company's owners of Wal-Mart so please if an owner of Wal-Mart is reading following account be leniant if you feel like suing. Thank you.



The Wal-Mart was like any other Wal-Mart; food, clothes, and appliances, really, just like any other convience store type that's gotton the chance to go nation-wide and mega-sized itself. And if one was to look in another Wal-Mart the same thing would appear; food, clothes, and appliances. Only one thing would change, the people. Sure, if you went out of state the language would appear differnent, like if you went down south. And sure, the bathrooms would be someplace differnent. Note: If before mentioned owner of Wal-Mart is reading this, please consider mansatory rule about bathrooms located in same general area. You must think of out of state motorists here. But anyway, the only thing that is differnet is the people. There's always the same groups there; mothers, teens, families, the little kids yelling, people looking for air conditioning and other groups. Even the checkout people can fit into a group. The talkative checkout people, the quiet checkout people, the checkout people talking about the weather and so on.Except for a few. And the reason this story excist is due to one such checkout person. The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady! whose name tag shall be mysteriously forgotton. The story is reconstructed script style with bonus one/two sided thoughts and extra detail book style.



People checking out put food and items onto the conveyor belt. Push the cart foward so bags can be loaded into the cart. This conversation takes place while waiting to pay for the food and while paying for the food.




The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady: Would you like to buy a kitten? I'm selling some if your interested.

The Mother of LS and the Hermit: No thanks, we already have a dog and two rabbits.

The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady: Really, what type?

LS: I have a white Neverland (Peter Pan anyone?) dwarf bunnie.

The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady: Really, would you be interested in breeding him with my rabbit?

Conversation ensures with more talk of rabbits.

The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady: But, no really, would you want to breed him with my rabbit?

With this question stated the other conversers wonder how to respond. So they do the one thing that seems the best possible choice.

Dad's Cell: Hello, this is father's-whose-name-is-left-out-to-protect-identity-of-writing-blogger.

Conversation now centers around the question of the Wal-Mart Checkout Lady. Conclusion: Father's-whose-name-is-left-out-to-protect-identity-of-writing-blogger says no, I'm not comfortable with having Bobbles away from us for two to three days.

Mother of LS and the hermit: Sorry, but father's-whose-name-is-left-out-to-protect-identity-of-writing-blogger said he isn't comfortable with it.

The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady: Well, that's alright. My rabbit could come and stay with yours!

LS: No, I don't think that'll work. See he's got heart probelms and he's tempermental and...

Conversation continues on why this won't work. In the end the decision is met with no. The Wal-Mart Checkout Lady continues checking out people while the customers walk out the door. With them is their grocceries and the number of the Wal-Mart Checkout Lady incase of a change of mind.



Sooo, what's everyone think?