If this really was a hoax, I couldn’t figure out the endgame. Two months later, I’m still scratching my head.
For starters, Walmart is my least favorite store on the planet — except when it isn’t. This particular Tuesday, it was the only way to go. I needed a small folding table for my Good News Club, and I knew they’d have it. I figured it wouldn’t be too crowded this early in the afternoon, but everything close to the front was taken, including the “handicapped” parking. Drat. However, the next aisle over I saw a small red car — not a sports car, just a little compact — with its trunk open as the couple were putting the packages in. She was some looker – long blond hair, great figure and wearing a short skirt with high, high heels. I figured by the time I made a loop down the next aisle and got back, they’d just be pulling out. As I came back around though, they were still at it.
It appeared they were having a problem fitting a small coffee table with short legs into the trunk. There were already several packages inside and he was arranging 
them as she held onto the table. I could see they weren’t going anywhere soon, so I went on and turned right this time into the handicapped aisle. Just at that moment, a car pulled out and I swooped into the vacated space. And lo and behold, I was facing the little red car and had a clear view because the space on the other side (between us) was “No Parking. For Emergency Vehicles Only.”
Now they had changed places — he was standing to the side holding the table and she was re-arranging the trunk. And was she ever! She was leaning all the way into the trunk and I do mean all the way. One high-heeled foot barely remained on the ground as she stretched as far as she could. And her skirt — did I remember to say that it was very short? Really very, very short — had ridden up to the point where that old playground chant came to mind: “I see London, I see France, I see someone’s underpants.” Yes, indeed. (They were black, but I couldn’t tell from this distance if they had lace. And, by-the-way, I wasn’t the only one looking.)
I was fascinated. I watched as she struggled. The problem seemed overwhelming. After several minutes, a Walmart Security car cruised up and the man got out. A conversation ensued, and somehow, miraculously, they managed to fit the table and all the rest into the trunk. Ready to go! The security guy hopped back in his truck and pulled away. Just when I thought the little red car was going to leave, the girl turned and hurried back toward Walmart. Evidently they weren’t done with whatever they were there for. But wait …
Just then the Security car pulled up once again. The girl saw him, turned and trotted back to the little red car and got in. The Security car waited patiently until they backed out and then followed them to the exit. The show was over. 
But what was the point? Was she trying to pick up someone, and if she was, why Walmart? I mean, Neiman Marcus and Saks Fifth Avenue are only a few miles away. If I were going to try to score, it sure as heck wouldn’t be at Walmart.
In any case, that was a few weeks ago and I still haven’t figured it out. Ideas, anyone?
Haha. My least favorite store, too. Except when I need something in a package. Happy Thanksgiving!
Yeah, there are times …
Walmart is usually a place for “strange fashion statements”. Have a great Thanksgiving 🦃
Oh yes. And unruly, unsupervised children. Hope your Thanksgiving is fun and delicious! **
I too used to be a Walmart “snob”. Until they opened one in my beloved Irvine and it’s the only place I can David’s shaving gel. So I went in to check it out and thought why not see what it’s like? Well all of a sudden my basket is filled with things like flour and sugar and pickles at a big savings from my regular store humm maybe not so bad it’s a neat clean store in an upscale neighborhood. Needless to say it’s become one of my go to places when I need staples and want to save some money
Just sayin
Yeah, I totally believe that Irvine is just a bit nicer than my local Las Vegas store. One thing I have against it is that it is so huge. And, of course, there is the joke about its having 16 checkout lanes, of which four are open at any one time. Too true! So unless it’s absolutely necessary, I would rather spend a little more money at another store than spend the extra time working my way through Walmart. But, yes, there are times that it is the only place to get what you need.
I absolutely LOATHE Walmart! I won’t go there no matter how desperately I may need something, and that be the only place to have it. The typical clientele is something less to be desired!
Regarding Miss Hotsy Trotsy, who was showing off all her merchandise, perhaps she was, indeed, making an attempt to meet someone. There are some people who give no regard to an element of class!
In which case, she deserves what/who she gets. Yikes!