10/09/07 Inside Wal Mart 7:30 PM Median Temp 70 Degrees
I needed to go pick up some lunch stuff for work next week and Wally World was having a sale on the particular items I wanted. I didn’t really feel motivated to go so my social skills were at a minimum. I figured it would be in and out (no pun intended).
I had the mix stated in original post that was untested and I wanted to gauge the results on myself even though I felt lethargic and very anti-social. Honestly I was beat from work and have been up late at night trying to get things ready for the test launch of my MX series. Believe me when I tell you this mixing is an EXACT Science than cannot be taken lightly.
I spent much time on the phone with Dancing Joker trying to extrapolate as much information as possible on mixing. The man is absolutely brilliant and deserves much ado about his knowledge and sharing that knowledge with me. I can’t pay him homage enough so Thanks again DJ!
Everything has to be precise, and sterilization is an absolute must. There are no cutting corners when it comes to mixing. If you’ve ever made home brewed beer which I also do, you understand a tiny fraction of what goes into a mix. I can’t even fathom how Androtics does it.
I’d also like to thank God, Mom and Dad, Jasmin, all things Pink and Squishy!
So here are the results:
I was in the frozen section and there was absolutely not a soul around. The place was more deserted than a crack house after a raid. It was then off to the Halloween candy isle. Has anyone ever noticed how much candy costs? Now I’m just a BIG KID and love holidays but Sheesh when has candy gone up to $9 a bag? It’s like old Sam Walton is rolling in his grave disgusted how corporate America has tainted his dream to squeeze the life out of those less informed. Oops there I go off on another tangent.
Mommy comes down the isle, she’s cute. Nothing spectacular about her but a perfect candidate to test on. Remember I wasn’t really in the mood to talk, but the longer I wore the product the more socially aware I became of myself and wanting to interact with those around me. Regardless of the feelings I was having my conscience mind still won out and I didn’t try to engage.
There was definite approach invitations. I continued down two other isles and every time she was there with me. Right at the same products reaching next to me to get the same products I was looking at. Heck this mommy was either strange for choosing bachelor items like canned pasta and reading the ingredients or she was checking me out. Funny thing was every item I looked at in that isle I didn’t like the ingredients and put it back. I noticed she did too.
I did a little test and started to put specific items back and others into my basket. She did the same. I called her on it telling her she had either remarkably similar tastes as me or she was stalking me. She didn’t get embarrassed like I expected, but she did smile and then moved on. It was the last time I saw her.
OK now onto the really strange part. Has anyone ever noticed how children are affected by pheromones? I tend to, without knowing why, get very distinctive hits from young girls about 13-16. Here’s another one:
I wanted to check to see if they had V for Vendetta in the DVD section. If you haven’t seen it you need to. Great movie. I never see it there, but I keep looking. OK so these two little kids I imagine about 13 start following me.
I stop, they stop.
I turn, they turn.
I walk fast, they walk fast.
There was no denying it they were following me. I could hear them whispering, but couldn’t hear what was said. I started to panic so I darted into the men’s clothing isle, took a left, a right, another quick right, I could hear the jostling of clothes behind me. They were in pursuit!
My God I had to escape I picked up my pace and started to make a mad dash out of the clothing section, I turned again and again until I was completely sure I had lost them. I must have looked like a freak running from two 13 year old little girls chasing after me. All I could think of was newspapers waiting around every corner to catch the twisted village maniac caught in a most compromising situation.
I finally was free from the pursuit and hastily checked myself out out the self-checkout. At this stage I was actually a little shaken and just wanted to get the heck out of there.
Maybe it was the pheromones that caused a sense of moral trepidation or paranoia. Perhaps it was just that I didn’t want to talk to anyone and as such was imaging the worst possible scenario of two underage kids chasing me. Whatever it was I went right home and stayed there.
Opps I mean steveo 
I am glad your taking some time to go out and have some fun with all the hard work you have been doing here and with your sites.
