April 30, 2010
The madness continues. In my official capacity as a sarcastic smart-ass, I declare that Smith’s is not my favorite store, and that whoever is in charge of their aisle signs is a retard. And I do not use that term lightly.
Okay, okay, I do, in fact, use that term lightly. But only because I’m part retard. Have I gone too far? Maybe I’ve gone too far. And now I’m babbling. Let’s move on.
Alert reader Michelle sent me yet another piece of evidence against the Peter-Principled sign painter at yet another Smith’s in the greater Salt Lake City area:
I guess this aisle is all about uncontrolled discharge and how to dispose of it. And maybe they stock sensitive men on this aisle. (And unicorns.)
Lovely. And come on, should this aisle really be by the food? Were they all out of space over in their comprehensive automotive aisle?