the count stands

i can't believe i haven't seen another mullet yet on wal-mullet sundays. i suppose if i went later on sunday there would be dozens. but i refuse to adjust my schedule. i did see, however, a family with three kids today. two of them were boys. with mohawks. now, the one mohawk even had a rat tail. and i think that would have qualified for 1 1/2 mohawks. at least in my book. if i were counting mohawks. but i'm not. yet. i checked out today in a pile of kitty litter. the cashier didn't even seem to care. i wonder where they get these people. their help wanted ad must read something about must look hungover and if you look strung out on crack cocaine even better. ability to scowl your entire eight hour shift. smell like cigarette smoke a plus. pay is higher if you can read the national enquire, smack gum and wear fake finger nails all at the same time while scanning groceries. yes. i have witnessed this all. if you were wondering. i can understand that it is not the most glamorous of jobs. but just because they are miserable doesn't mean they need to make me miserable. plus, in these times at least they are able to have a job. on second thought, maybe that is why they are so agitated. they don't want the job. at least it gives me something to anticipate on sundays. it makes me think. i wonder when the day will come when i find the blog about some lady in a red coat. with curly brown hair. always in a pigtail. that shops at wal-marts. every sunday.