This is something that deserves serious attention from all of our elected officials, I believe.
I think there should be a new policy put into place for Wal-Mart: If you go to the check-out line without enough money to pay for your crap, you get took to the customer service desk and horsewhipped in front of everybody.
It's getting close to the end of the month, and I guess folks are starting to run out of money (welfare checks aren't due for several days yet). If I have to go back to Wal-Mart one more time and get behind some redneck who has to decide what item they want to put back (the beer, the cigarettes or the bread and milk) in order to get the total under the wad of cash they have in their hand, I'm gonna punch the candy bar rack.
Last night, some 50-ish woman with boobs hanging to her knees was in there slowly taking off one item at a time and then having the cashier to give her a new total. She started with a total of $70. When she finally got to an acceptable amount, the total was $50. Now, what kind of a waterhead does it take to know that if you're $20 over what you have in your hand, taking off a $2 pair of flip-flops (marked down from $4.95; gotta love them Rollback Prices

) ain't gonna cut it.
This woman took off anti-wrinkle facial creme (Lord knows she needed that!), flip-flops, condoms (I nearly died when she pulled them things back out of the bag. With looks like hers, she should've been celibate for at least 15 years) and I don't know what all before she finally pulls out a Ziploc bag full of pennies to have the cashier count. [:@] You ever seen a Wal-Mart cashier try to count? All I wanted was a pint of butter pecan ice cream and a dadgum 6-pack of Dr. Peppers.
Speaking of Wal-Mart, there should also be a policy that says if you're fat, you have to wear clothes to go in there. Have you ever noticed that people dress in the trashiest things they can find before they go to Wal-Mart? I heard Rodney Carrington say once that Wal-Mart is the only place you can go in wearing nothing but a belt and a pair of sandels and nobody will notice. I think he wasn't far wrong. I saw a woman in there yesterday, y'all, I swear to you she weighed 320 pounds. And she was wearing a shirt that showed her midriff. There was flab hanging in all directions. I liked to have puked right there on the spot. As far as I'm concerned, she should've been arrested for indecent exposure. Good grief! I tried to contain myself, but I couldn't help turning to my wife and saying "Good Lord! Do you see that!" And then as we walk by I hear the woman mumble to her companion (who, bless her heart, would've been lucky to weigh 110), "There's another one of them anti-overweight-people sons of *****es."