I know there’s a recession on, and the availability of camping sites not currently occupied by German tourists is limited, but day after day I see the Wal-Mart parking lot filled with RVs. These RVs have “camped” out overnight in their lot, for nights on end. I’m fairly certain that at least one camper seems as if he has moved there permanently. I used to see one camper trailer painted with Biblical nonsense and forehadowings of the Apocalypse, although I forget what his slogan was. He was advertising himself as the person to talk to in case of Armageddon. No thank you. If you’re what’s left after the Rapture, I’d rather move on. He use to be there every night. Now it looks as if he’s been forced to move on as others take his place. Maybe he felt like he was in Ground Zero, and hurried away on his perpetual escape.
I know that the Wal-Mart parking lot probably isn’t the choice destination, but I worry that these mobile-slum dwellers will complain to me out their sliding windows that I’m making too much noise as I drive past them on my forklift. I don’t know what I would do in my rage then.
Today a woman called to me and complained that I had not explained to her that items taken from the store had to be paid for.
…Yes. In today’s civilized society, I am still expected to explain how stores work to people, and it’s considered a failing for not realizing the vast stupidity of others.
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