Over the past couple of weeks, I have stood patiently in line, roughly six feet apart from other customers, to get into stores such as Target and Trader Joe’s. And as mildly annoying as I’m sure it was for most people, no one in the lines I waited in were truly vocal about their oppressive hatred for it until this week at, of course, an area Walmart.
He was a somewhat jacked dude complete with a collegiate golf-shirt and neon shades; even though we were in line for really only five or so minutes, he tried his damndest to rally the afternoon shoppers into some sort of low-rent consumer mutiny, one that included angry buzzwords such as “China,” “communist,” and “fucking bread lines.”