My daughter asked me during dinner this evening if I would take her to (of all places) Walmart. She wanted to get some arts and crafts stuff to decorate a pumpkin for a contest at school-and being a daddy's girl, she got her wish.
As some of you might know by now, I loathe Walmart. The only thing good about the super-center is that it has cards. And people.
So while I may no longer buy many packs or boxes to open (which, at this point in my collecting journey is done more for entertainment than for set building), I know that if I leave the store with nothing to open, I can always count on experiencing a different form of entertainment: people watching.
Watch enough and you will see twelve, thirteen Honey Boo Boo's.
More common are the folks who look like the poor child's parent(s).
One fellow behind me tonight was a dead ringer for Badger, the meth-head/dealer on Breaking Bad. He had the hair, the eyes, the stubble on the face. Heck, he even had the gravely voice. Only instead of buying mass amounts of pseudophedrine, this dude was buying large bags of chips, a case of Red Bull, and telling his buddy about the release of Call of Duty: Black Ops II. Clearly, he was loading up for a long night.
Of course, there's also the forty-three year old man buying the pack of Topps Wacky Packages. That would be *ahem* me.
For the life of her, I don't think my daughter could understand why her father would spend money on such non-sense. Two bucks ain't much, but it's still two bucks, right?
Well, it took a while to work our way home, but I think she finally got it once I opened the pack and she saw the shiny corn butts sticker. I guess eleven-year old boys and forty-three year old men aren't the only ones with sophomoric humor.
Well, baseball may be my mistress-but I grew up on Mad Magazine, enjoyed some of the Wacky Packs back in the day, and still have a great appreciation for parody and satire.