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Nov. 18th, 2004 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickSometimes I wonder what other people, people whose families do not have delusions of dynastic perpetuity, do to amuse themselves during the slack seasons of life. *sigh* Sometimes I wonder if anyone else feels sorry for Queen Elizabeth. I do. I mean, it's not as if she had a choice about whether or not she wanted to be queen. Same in my world, although I don't get to be Elizabeth the Second, by the Grace of God, of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Her other Realms and Territories Queen, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith. While I"m not queen, I do have born-into-it obligations that I value and honor and expect to shoulder, in good time, because I was raised that way. I was raised to believe in loyalty to the family. I was raised to believe in doing the right thing, to following tradition, to supporting the cooperative endeavour. I have two brothers, neither of whom is going to be able to care for the dynasty. Their lives have taken different paths and they both appear to believe, firmly, that their happiness lies in different directions. All that's left is me, but the devil is, as always, in the details. *sigh* If I pretend settling the family affairs is a spectator sport, it's not so bad...
I went into the WalMart this evening because I needed cat food and cat litter. The Blue State People make fun of shopping at WalMart, but they're open when I get off of work and their prices for cat food and cat litter are passable. The store is on my way home from work, so it's not horribly incovenient, and they usually have enough checkout girls that the lines move along promptly. But WalMart now has televisions in the store. The televisions hang from the ceiling, blaring ads at shoppers as they walk through the store. The ad running when I walked in was for Sour-cream and Cheddar Lay's chips. I was offended. First off, if I'm in your fucking store, I'm there to buy something. I do not go to WalMart just to wander around. I'm already there in a buying frame of mind and additional marketing is only going to piss me off. Second, have you SEEN the size and shape of your customers? Do you really think they NEED extra potato chips? Third, you've moved shopping from moderately unfun and annoying to significantly unfun and annoying due to the blaring ads. I never thought I would say this, but I preferred Billy Ray Cyrus singing Achy Breaky Heart.
I went into the WalMart this evening because I needed cat food and cat litter. The Blue State People make fun of shopping at WalMart, but they're open when I get off of work and their prices for cat food and cat litter are passable. The store is on my way home from work, so it's not horribly incovenient, and they usually have enough checkout girls that the lines move along promptly. But WalMart now has televisions in the store. The televisions hang from the ceiling, blaring ads at shoppers as they walk through the store. The ad running when I walked in was for Sour-cream and Cheddar Lay's chips. I was offended. First off, if I'm in your fucking store, I'm there to buy something. I do not go to WalMart just to wander around. I'm already there in a buying frame of mind and additional marketing is only going to piss me off. Second, have you SEEN the size and shape of your customers? Do you really think they NEED extra potato chips? Third, you've moved shopping from moderately unfun and annoying to significantly unfun and annoying due to the blaring ads. I never thought I would say this, but I preferred Billy Ray Cyrus singing Achy Breaky Heart.
