Okay...I went to the local Wal Mart last night for a couple of things my wife said we needed. Being the good drone, I went cheerfully (mostly because I needed the new GUNS and AMERICAN HANDGUNNER). I get all the stuff on her list. I pick up some Hoppe's and a couple of fishing lures I really really needed. I head to checkout. When I get to the ONE open checkout lane....I am stuck behind a 400+ lb heifer in short shorts and a halter top and nasty tattoos all over her skanky fat pig-like body with FOUR kids who look like they all have a different daddy. This orca in flip-flops has a cart FULL of Twinkies, Hostess cupcakes, brand name chips, dips, salsa, all the brand name snack-garbage-frozen-food-dinners, pizzas, aand not a thing remotely related to a healthy choice like a vegetable or milk (but there was a TON of soda and Kool Aid). And of course...the whale pays with a damned food stamp card! No coupons, no price matching, no bargain shopping. UGH. Freakin' welfare leeching muffin top in flipflips! I hate them and the whole welfare system!