Wow, You Are Lame.

So tonight, Melanie, Lisa, Anthony, Callie, and I are hanging out trying to figure out what to do. We find out that Blake, Mel's brother, has an inflatable black blow up doll. So we decide to take Tyrone shopping, because we don't want him "walking" around the Magnus' household all nay-nay and what-not. So we take him over to trusty WalMart to get him a brand spankin' new git-up.

The moment we walk in, we are given very shady looks by everyone; okay, I totally understand where these are coming from, 5 teenagers pushing an inflatable doll in a grocery cart through WalMart, bad news. So Lisa is following closely documenting our outing with her camera, and we hear, "You can't take pictures in WalMart(short version)". Okay, whatever will help you sleep at night. So we cruise to the back of the store and are in the shoe department and get Tyrone some Crocs, he looked so fly. Meanwhile, Callie is busy texting up a storm, and all of a sudden Mr. Happiness-Is-Overrated(Mr H.I.O.) walks up.

Mr. H.I.O.: "OK I told you no taking pictures!"
Callie:(Showing Him) "I'm not, I'm texting."
Mr. H.I.O.: "OK well that was your 3rd warning."
Us: "OK, whatever that means."
Mr. H.I.O.: "Well, lets go. You have to leave!"

What?! For what? We did absolutely nothing wrong! First of all, we were not aware of this whole 3 strikes and you're out rule in WalMart. Secondly, we were not aware that we were ever given a warning in the first place. It was outrageous, we were not causing any problems, we were just some kids trying to have some good clean fun on a Saturday night.

So for that, WalMart, "Wow, you are lame!"

After that, we went over to In-N-Out, where they don't discriminate against race in the blow-up doll community. Thank-you Katie for being an awesome cashier!

Thanks for caring.