The musings of a madman...

       I'm so into my shenanigous adventures that I often forget shit I've done soon after I've done it sometimes. As someone who so frequently goes outside JUST to do stupid shit I REALLY need to work on that, as I am often the member of my household chosen to go out and do the things; gas and grocery runs and such. Why am I telling you this?      Well this past weekend, I went on some errand runs with my wife. This naturally placed me in at least three retail establishments among the public. We're heading toward the registers when we -- well, I -- heard from behind us "aye, ain't you the n**ga man? When I say I *heard* him, I must explain that I heard it as background noise not terribly unlike what one would normally encounter in a Walmart. It was not until he approached and tapped me on the shoulder that I became aware that it was me that he was asking. Him: "Aye, bro, ain't you the n**ga man?" Wife Person™: "EXCUSE ME?!!?" Him: ...

  Okay, so Christmas is in a couple of days here… WHILE we’re bawls deep in Christmas season and selectively filled with Christmas spirit in our second pandemic Christmas, life has to continue moving along as well. In the course of “life moving along,” I find myself in Wal Mart more than any sane human being should ever comfortably be tasked with going to.   One of the benefits of my move is that I am no longer three blocks from a Neighborhood Market and now live less than a mile from a Supercenter. So Monday afternoon on my lunch break, I ran down to grab a few things.   My trip, as far as my own items, was largely uneventful, but as I was leaving self-checkout on the way to the truck, I heard some kind of ruckus coming from the Customer Service Desk and decided to be nosey. Lady Customer: “What do you mean you don’t know!?” CSR: “I mean, I can’t check the stock from up here, you’ll have to ask in Electronics.” Lady Customer: “Well can’t you, like, CALL them f...