If I didn't have the looting gene, I could easily substitute my urges with a JD.
So here I was at Walmart checking out the price of toilet paper. Along come another shopper that tells me if I buy xx brand I will be supporting the anti-Gays. I am checking the price and roll count, I have have no interest in all this shit but to get my best moneys worth.
Into the Jewelry department and this same shopper shows up as I am looking at the diamond section and they ask me if I know how the miners in South Africa are treated.
I leave and head for the grocery department and check out the meat department, same shopper shows up and follows me around telling me about how chicken, pork, and beef are tortured.
Into the Lady's underware department and again they show up to tell me about the sweat shops that produce these goods.
Now I am an old lady and have social issues the youngsters do not have today, I would never make a scene in public and cannot find any reason to call security on this shopper.
I try to ignore this shopper but it is not easy. I head for the toy section and pick up a Soccer Ball for a grand child and there they are again telling me about the young children forced to make these balls over seas.
Finally I could take no more, I had no legal reason to get them off my back so I went to the camping section with them following right behind, I checked out the fishing gear with the shopper telling me about the agony fish go through, and came to the campers section picked up a can of Bear spray, pulled the tab and hit them right in the face.
I will have to now go through a few weeks of mental evaluation before my court date comes up.
