This is a joke, right?

You know, sometimes I think the world is just messing with me.

Yesterday, as I was standing in the line at Wal-Mart trying to keep from slowly going insane, someone pressed the fast-forward button. An abandonded cart sat nearby, and I swear when I looked at it I thought someone must had planted it there.


But no. It was real. A few minutes after I snapped this picture, the owner returned and pushed it away.

Yes, that would be a ginormous tub of cheese-puffs, four bottles of Hershey's chocolate, a box of Blue Bonnet butter, two packages of Chips Ahoy cookies, two gallons of whole milk, and a liter of soda. What you can't see behind the milk is the two packages of balogna and - I swear to God - pixie stix. I mean, come on! This HAS to be a joke, right? No one is actually buying this stuff, taking it home, and eating it.

Okay.  Yes, I judge people's shopping carts before I can stop myself.  I'll admit it. But rarely do people make it this easy for me to jump into my holier-than-thou routine. I have to applaud this woman for her determination, though. It is obvious that she is hell-bent on ignoring every piece of evidence, research, experiential knowledge, and societal pressure in existence in her quest to be the poster child for why the rest of the world hates America.

Either that or she is planning one heck of a sorority Hell Night.