Hot Air Balloon Festival: minus the pretty and the real balloons The Hot Air Balloon Festival: minus the pretty, and the real balloons. I live on the west coast, about an hour away from the Pacific. "West coast healthy!" NO. Anyway I did a late night run to Wal Shart (am young and don't have much money) for some last ingredients for Christmas dinner, along with some fruits and vegetables that I'd just run out of. And bottled water (bad for the earth but the tap here tastes like Clorox) Anyway, I'd left my contacts at home because I'm ok without them for a while, can still see somewhat. I'm in the diary aisle for some milk and I see these things: A ham mom with stretched out yoga pants, may as well have been see through, FUPA showing and everything. And two balloon shaped little girls. Poor kids have no chance. EVERYTHING in that cart was high calorie. Potato chips, regular pop, mayonaise, who knows what, couldn't see all of it because shitty eyesight.  I also needed some face wipes. So I had to go across the whole store and I was slowed down by the creatures you know. Spread out, snail pace. RAGE.  I only saw two other shitladies, who I could see give me a look of "finally!" They were close to me so I could see their faces somewhat.  I bet the average BMI in that store was at least 30. I've never seen so many balloons in this wal fart before.  And this is the West Coast. It must be MUCH WORSE in the Midwest and the South. Fuck Freedomville.