The Wal-Mart Incident

*Disclaimer*

Yes . .this really Did Happen . .I have become kind of a Semi Legend

*End Disclaimer*

This day will go down in My Humor Files as one of the Most Fookin awesome days ever.

After having a horrible day in general I make the moronic mistake of deciding to go to my Local Wal-Mart in search of a Video game.

While waiting for someone to show up for assistance I begin pondering.

What am i doing here? I ask myself! Do I REALLY want this game THIS badly? Unfortunately the answer was yes.

After several minutes a man (Who from this point on will be named Moron) approached me, and decided to . .ya know . . .attempt Speech.

Moron- "Can I help ya?"

Me- "Yeah I'm wondering if you have any Copies of RPG Maker for Playstation."

Moron- " . . . ."

Ok for those dots imagine if you will you've just asked a strange and unknown Dog to fetch your slippers. Now Imagine that . .only less helpful! This i what i'm dealing with!

Me- "Well I'll just take that as a Big Fookin DUH!"

This Snapped the genius out of his Bewildered state, and he once again attempted to Speak in the Human Language.

Moron- "Sir . .I only work here . it is not in my Job Description to know what we have in Stock!"

Now that Statement shook it's way through my mind in a really violent manner. As I tried to figure out How this Reject from the fourth grade figured it wasn't HIS JOB to know what the stock was in HIS department . .The monkeys in my brain decided to set my speech to Cruise control.

Me- " WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT ISN'T YOUR JOB TO KNOW THE STOCK? THATS LIKE THE ONLY DAMEND THING YOU NEED TO KNOW IN THIS PLACE! Screw it . .Just get the keys and open the case . .I’ll look for myself!"

At this point the moron decided to switch back to speaking in grunts and murmurs . .So Me . .being the great humanitarian i am . .Decided it was my duty . .To Help this poor intellectual reject understand the language of us Humans.

Me- "NO NO NO Listen . .You obviously didn't understand me . .You . . .Keys . . .Open . .Case!"

It's about this time that His brain decided to cut our obviously spirited Intellectual Melee short, and he asked me to leave.

And THAT my Fellow nbvbvers is how I was asked to leave Wal-Mart!