you get what you pay for

went to big lots to gander at the merch, and let me tell ya, the people that shop there are weird with a capital wee... present company excluded of course.

the card section has 2 large racks with front & back loaded w/ cheep cheep cards. that's 4 sides of cards, plus some little racks on the ends. i am perusing one section, being as i am one person that is all i can peruse at a time. the remaining card racks remained unperused, until another person showed up to peruse the cards, at which time - the remaining racks remained unperused b/c in all the great expanse of card section, she had to stand rightnexttome. for reals.

i moved on to towels & socks, which are grouped conveniently together in big lots. you know... the terry cloth section. right. so, there was a couple shopping for rugs & bath curtains near me, shopping for socks. the woman came around a corner with a buggy all loaded up with a long rolled up rug sticking out. she saw me standing there at the sock display, and as i was disrupting the path which she wished to traverse, she became flummoxed, backed back into the aisle from whence she had come, and went down, around, and came out again at the next aisle, proceeded to come towards me, and buggied right on behind me. you see, there was room there all along.

her husband was whistling, in poor proximity to the music, and not using his indoor whistle-voice. clearly, he was whistle-yelling. i kept looking at him and going - really?. he did not take the hint, but the eventually buggied their ruggy on down the lane.

lastly but not leastly, as i was perusing the soaps & selecting the cashmere bouquet, a woman came into the aisle talking. i thought maybe she was on a phone. or, you know... had the blue tooth thing going... but no. i sought evidence, and it was not present. she was talking to herself. animatedly. quite.

in conclusion, this is what you get when you shop at big lots.