Just happened in Walmart: I’m dashing around the store getting my few lil peeny bags full, and I pass this giant of an old fella (Black man).
I’m wearing my cowgirl hat, my tortoiseshell shades, green leggings and my Muk Luks.
I pass him—hard not to notice him, he looked about 6’ 5” with a great sloping belly—and notice him staring at me, but brush it and him off… passing by as quickly and efficiently as possible.
I know he turned around to look at my ass.
I hadn’t passed him good, when I hear the entire bakery stand collapse and shocked gasps from behind me.
I look back as I’m rounding the corner… you know he had driven his entire cart into that bakery stand? Just to get a look at my ass.
It’s been so long since I’ve done something like that, I’m glad to report I still have it. Considering how much of my ass has melted away in the last decade, it’s good to know I can still cause accidents.
I was laughing all the way around the corner and into the self-checkout line.