bad day for varmints

At wally world this morning, I thanked my cashier for working today and then pushed my cart toward the doors closest to my car. Just ahead of me walked a gentleman, ubiquitous cell phone embedded in his ear, accompanied by a teenage boy pushing a cart containing a few items but for the most part totally occupied by two toddler girls. At the cart corral, as I always do, I turned to smile at the greeter and wish her a good morning. She returned my smile and wished me a blest day. The other customers continued through the almost imperceptible scanner posts and toward the exit door. Suddenly all hell broke loose. A young(ish) female dressed in running shoes and sweats took the left while a young(ish) man, similarly attired, took the right, flanking the previously mentioned quartet just inside the doors, and totally blocking the exit. Another woman immediately in front of me stood as we watched the dynamic running shoes duo begin to question the teenage boy. The words, for the most part, were quiet and almost totally unintelligible but I did distinctly hear running shoe guy say to teenage guy “Let me see what’s in your pockets.” By this time there were others in line behind me, all we like sheep queued up for the door marked “exit.” The greeter came to me and said in a quiet voice, “Ma’am, you can go out the other door, if you wouldn’t mind.” Well, of course I didn’t mind, but as I pushed off in that direction had to wait for yet another group coming in the “enter” door before I could continue on my way.

Now, I knew, and I’m sure you did, too, that almost all stores these days have scanners at the doors, meant to pick up on security devices not properly disabled by a cashier. But did you know that wally world now employs plain clothes security? Nope, me neither. Not until today.

On the way home I happened to notice four separate locations where skunk road kill wafted dead but still pungent aromas toward the sky.

On the whole, I’d say it was a bad day for varmints in Desoto.