I am not a Walmart Corporation fan. I don't love their business practices and a lot of things about how they do business. That being said, I still shop there. There are some things I have trouble finding at other stores and there are no better deals to be had on disposable Big and Tall clothing. (not really disposable but clothes for human anomalies under ten dollars is tough to beat) When I do go, I like to get that done early, because a weekend afternoon at a Walmart will be one of my circles of Hell. Anyway, I found myself shopping this morning about ten minutes after they opened and I was one of a dozen or so non-employee people in the store.
I grabbed my stuff and remembered something else I needed when I became distracted by a dude who thought he was alone in an aisle. He was lovingly caressing a pair of women's shoes. I used those words on purpose because his behavior is what caught my eye. Deep concentration as every angle was explored with a delicate caress. When he brought the shoe up to his face I thought I was about to witness a kiss but it turned into a posture changing inhale. I only snapped out of it after the exhale when he started to look around as if to make sure he was still alone.
Holy crap I felt dirty. I don't love anything as much as he did that loafer. (apologies if that is the wrong name for the female version of the footwear I saw. I'm sure the guy gave it a name of his own) As I wheeled my cart away I was thinking about that particular brain wiring. This dude loves shoes and or feet and there is nothing he can do about it. So deep is his infatuation that he gets up early to do some Sunday morning sniffing. Yikes. I think I might be the creep for watching his little ritual.
Public Service Announcement: Wash your shit before you wear it... You never really know what happened on its way to you. You're welcome.