My in-laws live in a very small Indiana town. To get anything at all you must run the fifteen miles to the closest “big town” which has a Wal-Mart. This is as good as shopping gets in their neck of the woods.
Amy and I headed to Wal-Mart to pick up a few toiletries and what-not that we had not bothered to pack up and take with us to Indiana. Rural Indiana is not the best place to find wonderful American culture. I was quickly reminded of what many foreigners think about us. Mainly that we are fat, lazy, loud and obnoxious. There was plenty of each category on display for us at Wally-world.
While returning a few items that Amy’s mother had purchased her I overheard a conversation between two ladies. When asked how she was doing, one lady replied that she was on disability now. As if this somehow answered the question. Her tone of voice suggested that she had been waiting her whole life to be on disability and that by managing to qualify for this program constituted some great achievement.
Items securely purchased, we headed out of the store and home. As we were exiting a lady and what I presume to be her son were confused as to which doors were the exits and which were the doors to enter. In fact, all doors were suited for both entry and exiting the building. They proceeded to walk out one set of doors, as another lady was entering through the same. In conversation with her son over which doors were which, the confused mother noted that this other lady was walking in the wrong door.
Overhearing the accusation, this lady decided to loudly proclaim that she was sorry, and that confused mom should “get over it.”
Confused mom decided this was a suggestion filled with rudeness and decided to properly use etiquite by screaming, “You stupid B**tch!”
Home sweet home, as they say.