Hot Dog Expert

I had a "People Of Walmart" experience last weekend. I was walking down the lunch-meat aisle when I saw a very large woman in one of those motorized scooters. She didn't appear to have any specific medical problem other than her tremendous hinder.

Along beside her was a man I assume to be her husband. He looked to be in his 60's, slightly bent over and walking with a cane. Completing the tri-defect-a was a woman with a shopping cart who appeared to be part of the herd. I'm not sure how she was related.

The wide load lady pulled up next to the hot dog section. She pointed and barked, "Get those Armour hot dogs! I won't eat Bar S!"

This spurred some conversation from the apparently "normal" lady. "What's the difference in those hot dogs? I can't ever tell a difference."

"They're not the same!", roared the scooter sloth. "I won't eat Bar S!"

The other lady was unable to take the hint. She looked at the packaging. "There's no difference in the ingredients on these. I never can taste a difference."

"I CAN!", shrieked Lardy Lucy. Nearby, her husband nodded sadly. "Trust me, she can."

I had to leave before my choking laughter was noticed. I am truly sorry I couldn't get a picture.