Does A Body Good

One day probably 4 or 5 years ago, my Dad asked me to take a trip to Walmart with him so I could help get some stuff for the house. It wasn’t a big deal, so I just decided to go with him. Luckily for me, it turned out to be pretty memorable.

So, we pull in to the parking lot and it was really crowded as usual. We had gone through probably 3-4 rows of cars trying to find a spot. As we are turning to enter a new row, the truck in front of us suddenly stopped. It was your usual run-of-the-mill Walmart vehicle…a beat-up 1980’s pickup truck. Anyway, after sitting there for a few seconds wondering what was going on, I noticed the heads of the people in the truck flailing around, and you could hear the onslaught on F-bombs with some arguing in there, as well.

Both people had fairly long hair and it was flying around with the constant head-turning and what not. The back window was tinted so you couldn’t really tell who was what…as bad as that sounds. Anyway, after we figured out they were fighting, we saw the passenger straight up punch the driver in the face. The driver then tried to hold the passengers arm down, as you can see he was leaning to the right. But, in a split second the driver pulled a half-gallon milk jug from the floor (I guess) and landed an enormous backhanded shot in the passenger’s face.

The passenger door swung open and a really skinny, blonde-haired woman walked out with a bloody nose. She began to walk away, but the driver decided it wasn’t enough so he (I’m assuming it was a guy) opened the milk jug and splashed her with the milk as she leaned in to spout a few more profanities. Cars were beginning to pile up behind us and so began the endless array of honks as she stormed away in the parking lot.

The driver then peeled out leaving the passenger walking in the parking lot.