I went to Walmart the other day; a day that had begun with snow and cold, but by the time I got off work and headed west, the sun was out.
I pulled into the parking lot and as I stepped out of the truck I caught a glimpse of what I might look like to the people of Walmart…
or just look like the people of Walmart.
I have this coat that is a magnificent, $4, ankle-length, fake fur number that looks like I’m wearing a buffalo. This was paired with lime green, knee-high rain boots, and, a purple crocheted beanie adorned with appliqué flowers.
I paused, considered how I would feel if I saw someone I knew, shrugged that off, and proudly marched in to get a container for bringing wood into the house.
What I came up with is absolute genius: a turquoise plastic laundry hamper with wheels and a handle just like a roller suitcase.
And what better way to save bags and save the planet than to put all of my purchases into the laundry basket and wheel them on out to the truck.
Admittedly I felt a teensy twinge of self-consciousness (just enough to notice) and then I decided that I actually didn’t care and I though it quite funny instead.
Which then brings me to this important question…
Where exactly, is the line between “I don’t give a fuck,” and, “I’m batshit crazy?”