The seeds are taking root - Wal-Mart cultivating the hate. So the other day, I shared how I have started recruiting a friend. Well currently, I'm stuck with her at the ER and we've been watching the people coming in and out. It's been only a few days and Wal-Mart has been nurturing her growing hate. Every time a ham waddles in, she just shudders and goes "Beetus, beetus everywhere" or "Another one walked in".  It's been two days and she's already not acknowledging hams as human. She's blaming me for opening her eyes as she was oblivious before. But Wal-Mart isn't done yet. She's blossoming into a full blown shitlady.  As we sit here, she shared one of her scootypuff cleaning stories. Wal-Mart was short staffed one night, so she was taken off of a register and spent 5 hours cleaning the sweat from the plastic seats. The recently used one's had puddles of ham sweat in the seat, the other ones were only "very sticky". Handle bars and even the floor part was sticky from ham sweat. In order to move the scootypuffs out of the parking lot to where she could clean them (hams can't think of anyone but themselves, why would they return a cart), she had to ride them, as apparently those things won't move unless there is weight on the seat. She described the sound the seats made when she sat as "One of the most disturbing squelching sounds she has ever heard." The worst scootypuff was a mess with drying Ranch dressing, mixed with the sweat on the seat, handlebars, and floor. In the Ranch coated basket was an open, empty, extra large bottle of Hidden Valley Ranch. The obeast had drank the Ranch straight from the bottle, and left a sticky mess from how much of a slob it was.  My poor friend had to ride that thing from the parking lot to the back of the store.  Here is the size of the empty Ranch Bottle