Did that just happen?

There is not too much to complain about with life, but there are always complaints with life. The two worst things that have happened to me in the last 24 hours are only things you can look back at and laugh (as a sigh and do not crack a smile). Wal-Mart; Sam Walton no doubt a genius, however his target market had to be the complete opposite. I walk into walmart, have to grab one single thing and it literally takes 35 minutes. Not because of the lines, the slow cashier, or the time it took to find the item. No, because of all the random people that decided to get cheap thrills and entertainment by taking their children to walmart, while mommy and daddy play shopping cart bumper cars. Amazingly enough, a person can walk around wal-mart and look at the surrounding people..and not one person will be looking at the ground to where their next step is. This persons head will not be face forward, or even face up looking around. The face is always looking at the highest point in the store, the eyes wondering around to the tip tops of the shelves while they push the cart sedated by the 1000's of brands of toilet paper and plastic utensils. While I try to walk down these isles with people ramming my cart every 2 seconds, coming around corners as if it were the NCRWC (National Cart Racing World Championships). Just crazy. Which is why I prefer target to wal-mart. End.

Secondly, shorter rant than the last is movie theaters. The misses and I go to see a movie, she has obviously picked out the most sappy one in theaters. Time Travelers wife, not too terrible..but I had a bit of trouble focusing because the lady in the direct row behind us was too busy dying of black lung. Seriously I have never heard a grown woman hack so loud. She might as well had a chainsaw, starting it up every 2-3 minutes hitting the gas once or twice and shutting it off. How am I suppose to focus with this going on. If this isn't bad enough, she chimes in every 10 minutes letting the audience know what she sees. There is an emotional seen where he sees himself lying on the floor of his home dying, he is outside in the cold weather touching the glass. As the camera pulls back the hand print is left on the window from body temperature as the man vanishes into the air. The camera angle jumps to the inside and you see his hand print on the window fading back. One of those things where maybe "you had to be there" but as the camera switches to the inside shot, this old woman bless her heart if her husband was blind/deaf/dumb/asleep and she had to let him know..Anyways so the camera fades back as she tell the entire theater "OO, THE HAND PRINT!". I look to my right at my girlfriend, and cant help to do anything but crack up laughing. End.