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What did you learn today?
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Walmart changed its name. It is no longer Wal-mart. The repercussions of this shall be far reaching and ominous. How many people knew or cared that there was a hyphen in the name?
My mom was on that show in the early 60's, doing circus stuff, as she was in the circus then.
Oh, I learned much about them in the past 24 hours > much of which I already knew, but it was great to hear it directly from former managers, a loss prevention officer, a foreign sweatshop inspector, sales associates, and the people who live in the small towns that they've been decimated by
I can think of some better names for them
Oh, I learned much about them in the past 24 hours > much of which I already knew, but it was great to hear it directly from former managers, a loss prevention officer, a foreign sweatshop inspector, sales associates, and the people who live in the small towns that they've been decimated by
I can think of some better names for them
The kid (19?, 20ish?) seemed to be having a good day. He was whistling as he spread the Windex around the glass case he was standing behind. I found 2 of the items I was looking for hanging from a hook across from his station, and I asked him if i could buy half a dozen of them. “Of course, Sir. I’ll go get some more from the stockroom!” he said with a sorta halfway grin.
As I waited for him to return, I noticed 3 guys in Sans-A-Belt slacks, short sleeved white shirts, and polyester ties...holding CLIPBOARDS, none the less!
All I could think was “Corporate”... in my own
judgemental way.
The happy kid, still whistling, I swear, came out of the back room with the pieces I’d asked for and a handful more...to fill up the wall display, no doubt...and suddenly the 3 ties decended on him, blocked his way and started, LOUDLY, berating him for not being at his station...while a customer (me) stood waiting for someone to help him.
Even from 20 strides away, I could see that the kid was Crushed...crushed like the bug they thought he was.
I covered that distance in 3 steps and lit into their asses...promising that I would never set foot inside a Wal*Mart again, in light of what I’d just witnessed.
They tried to backpedal, apologizing for having misunderstood the situation, but I remember clearly looking the tie in the middle in the eye and saying...” Forget the apologies, asshat...you’ve already shown me what you’re made of.”
Then I turned to Our Friend The Whistler and said “...and You, young man...your new job is to find yourself a better job.”
...and I turned around and walked away, shaking with rage.
That was 16 years ago.
I’ve kept my promise.
I learned in the movie HITMAN when he crashes through the window into the hotel room where the kids are playing a video game that they are playing the game HITMAN. Mind blown. 
Today I learned to not touch or rub me eyes after chopping jalapenos!
Oh, I learned much about them in the past 24 hours > , and the people who live in the small towns that they've been decimated by
Hasn't ever stopped the smalltown populace from lining up for jobs to work there.And hasn't stopped the small town populace from thronging there to shop 7 days a week.
Glad they came to my small town when I lived in one. The local shopkeepers were rip-off artists and in many cases still are.
TIL of a singing quartet known as the Four Freshman. From the way they sound, I'm assuming they influenced the Beach Boys.
I wonder how much time he spent on that moustache every morning.
Indeed. Specifically Brian Wilson.
The Four Freshmen!
I hadn’t thought of them in years. They were a favorite of my Mother’s. We had their ‘long playing’ records ‘round the house...
They made the most of their 15+ minutes...touring (I imagine Floria and The Borscht Belt) up until just a few years ago.
The last of the original 4 died in 2011.
Hell Yeah!
That’s a happy memory!
I hadn’t thought of them in years. They were a favorite of my Mother’s. We had their ‘long playing’ records ‘round the house...
They made the most of their 15+ minutes...touring (I imagine Floria and The Borscht Belt) up until just a few years ago.
The last of the original 4 died in 2011.
Hell Yeah!
That’s a happy memory!
I learned this today The first fretless bass guitar was made by Bill Wyman in 1961 he converted (removed the frets) of a cheap Japanese bass to fretless as early as 1961 and used it with his first band, the Cliftons,
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^Here's the other side of the story.
Not exonerating Walmart, but it's a little unfair to paint them as the only villain.
Today, I met a man with a hellacious hat,
My son, who is also middle-aged now, a venerable teacher in his north Georgia community, sometimes overindulges my wife and me with gifts. One year he asked me what I wanted for my birthday.
For years in our Wisconsin community I had noticed older men wearing baseball caps that read “Vietnam Veteran” or “Korean Veteran,” and a few even older men with hats that read “World War II Veteran.” Was I envious? I must have been. On an impulse, I told my son I wanted a baseball cap that reads “Atomic Veteran.”
A package came to our house a week later, and it contained a black baseball cap showing a red bomb detonating in a blaze of yellow, with what must be red shock waves bursting out in five directions. At the bottom, stitched in prominent yellow letters, it says, “Atomic Veteran.” I wear it often in warm weather; sweat stains have begun to show on the crease above the bill. People have looked at it with curiosity, but no one has ever asked me what it means. [taken from Invalid Link Removed]
Paul Zimmer is eighty-three years old now, and he’s still haunted by something he saw in his teens. Something very few Americans have ever seen: The explosion of an atomic bomb.
[from Rocket Boy]
My son, who is also middle-aged now, a venerable teacher in his north Georgia community, sometimes overindulges my wife and me with gifts. One year he asked me what I wanted for my birthday.
For years in our Wisconsin community I had noticed older men wearing baseball caps that read “Vietnam Veteran” or “Korean Veteran,” and a few even older men with hats that read “World War II Veteran.” Was I envious? I must have been. On an impulse, I told my son I wanted a baseball cap that reads “Atomic Veteran.”
A package came to our house a week later, and it contained a black baseball cap showing a red bomb detonating in a blaze of yellow, with what must be red shock waves bursting out in five directions. At the bottom, stitched in prominent yellow letters, it says, “Atomic Veteran.” I wear it often in warm weather; sweat stains have begun to show on the crease above the bill. People have looked at it with curiosity, but no one has ever asked me what it means. [taken from Invalid Link Removed]
Paul Zimmer is eighty-three years old now, and he’s still haunted by something he saw in his teens. Something very few Americans have ever seen: The explosion of an atomic bomb.
[from Rocket Boy]
