Today's trip was not nearly so exciting, but still there were sights to be seen.
At the entrance, blocking the way, a whole family, all six of them, in "Free Palestine" t-shirts. No doubt mom had one under her hijab too. The cart was full of chopped garlic and extra large sized boxes of Hostess snack cakes. All the hydrogenated oil in there will be "freeing" Palestine soon enough, I'm sure
At the concession stand, a lesbian couple were a few steps in front of me. They were buying bottled waters and slices of cheese pizza for lunch. Of course, there's nothing unusual about seeing a lesbian couple in a Sam's Club, but these weren't your average lesbians. Nope, these were bonafide L-word types, clearly visitors from the East bank. The tall one was a tad bit butcher than the smaller one, who was very pretty, perhaps Lebanese(a Lebanese Lesbian, wouldn't that be cool?)
Anyway, both were dressed in skinny jeans and wifebeaters, the smaller one in fabulous silver strappy heels. They were wheeling around 20 bottles of wine and two cases of Mexican beer.
While looking in the plastic cup section, I noticed a strange phenomenon. Across from me, folks would file by. Most would hurry on their way to the free samples in the grocery section, but along the way, every single black woman of a certain age would invariably stop and fondle the Magnalite. Every single one.
They'd completely ignore the yuppie copper and the "Wolfgang Puck" classic collection and hone in on the Magnalite, gleaming in its aluminum deco beauty. A few would even sigh in longing. I can't say I blame them.
At the exit, checking out before me, were two young Mexican men, one cholo like, with tattoos and saggy pants, the other, clearly his lover, with bobbed hair, wearing women's jeans. He seemed to be named, "Manuel." Manuel was dutifully filling up an extra large fountain coke for his man. They shared a straw. They were pushing out a cart filled with raw pork: chops, loin, sausage.