>
> TRIP TO WAL-MART
>
> You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house.
Mowing
> The lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or
whatever.
> You are hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old

> work
> Clothes on. You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old
> T-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis
> shoes.
>
> Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you
realize
> you
> Need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job.
>
> Depending on your age you might do the following:
>
> In your 20's:
>
> Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair,
brush
> Your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the
> mirror
> And flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know,

> you
> Just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane.
You
> Went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
>
> In your 30's:
>
> Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change
shoes.
> You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands
and
> Comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a
shot
> Of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running
the
> Register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.
>
> In your 40's:
>
> Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to
cover
> The hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a
> hat.
> Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you
> Don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself
in
> the
> Mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing
> running
> The register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she
is
> Spicy.
>
> In your 50's:
>
> Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands
> onto
> Your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in your
new
> Sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear
that
> Shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the
> Register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have

> it.
> Then you remember the hat you have on is from your buddy's bait shop
and
> It says, "I Got Worms ".
>
> In your 60's:
>
> Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose off the
dog
> Crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your
> 50's.
> You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your
> Pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have
> your
> Glasses on so you are not sure.
>
> In your 70's:
>
> Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your
> Prescriptions ready too. Don't' even notice the dog crap on your
shoes.
> The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her
of
> Her grandfather.
>
> In your 80's:
>
> Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you
> remember
> That you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wonder around
> Trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and
you
> Think someone called out your name. The old lady that greeted you at

> the
> Front door went to school with you.

thats cute

Good one

oooooo that was soooo cute!!!!!

I liked that, it was funny and probably so true

yup, reality is sad. 5 yrs ago my hubby used to scoff at me if i went out of the house without makeup on....now he goes to the quickie mart for cigarettes in his p.js and cheetah print fuzzy slippers. hehe