I was once in Wal Mart and there was a woman there with long, black, thinning hair and a hairy upper lip. She had a lazy eye that shot off to the left at disconcerting angle. She was wearing a white tank top and jean shorts...which barely contained her 400 pound body. Her only form of locomotion was a scooter that moved very slowly, as if strained by her weight.
It beeped like a transport truck when she had to back up.
My husband openly laughed at her. She screamed at him in an accent that told us she was from deep in the 'Bay'.
Still, I hate Wal Mart...my husband, however, loves it.