Since we seem to be on a bash wal-mart kick, ill throw in my .02. I use to be an overnight truck unloader/stocker. Every other night or so, right on time at midnight, give or take a few mins, there was this couple that would come in. Some haggard looking lady that had to worked over into her 50's or 60's and if she was younger, REALLY worked over. Dressed in a leather mini which barely held int he cottage cheese ass, leather vest holding in her pudding in tube socks for boobs, high heel boots that went to her knees, topped with a leather biker hat. Him, decked out in all leather from top to bottom. Vest, pants, the tough guy look only he seemed to be the kind of guy that would get his azz kicked by a wet paper sack. Then they had two kids, which we kinda felt bad for because they seemed to suffer with the choices of their parents, assuming leather boy and lady were theirs, they always wore the same clothes each and everytime they came in. Not saying thats all they had but maybe that was their "going out" dress up outfits. So when the kids broke off from their parents we would hook em up with a little something, wether it be a candybar or two or something to munch on while the parents werent around.
