Greetings ~
I can remember growing up in the 1950s and early 1960s, the circus would come to town every year. We would all go to the arena and watch the clowns. Then there were the carnivals that would bring us the weird folks. Let's see, there was the alligator man, the strong man, the bearded woman and, of course, the fat lady. There was always a fat lady.
Times have changed. Now if you want to see the carnival and circus freaks, all you have to do is go to the neighborhood store. This performance is free to the public, if you want to see it or not.
I swear, I can't for the life of me understand why on earth these people would leave their homes and venture outside. The sad fact is, years ago, we had places for these people. They were called mental hospitals. But the government made us get rid of the places so now the inmates roam around the streets among us all. And when they don't take their medications they end up at Walmart or other stores.
Don't get me wrong, I love Walmart. I shop there all the time. And, lucky for me, in our area of the world, we don't see many of the weirdos. That could be good or could be bad, depending on how you see it. It depends on if you want a show or not.
This blog is dedicated to the store employees who, day in and day out, have to see these crackpots and must keep an eye on them.
To be fair, I understand that a few of these folks are dressed for the holidays. That's cool enough. But most are just dressed to put on their own little show. And others are not even dressed.