Bats on Sale at Walmart

By Jim Hagarty

So I happened to be in Gates, New York, on Sunday and decided to drop into Walmart to buy a jar of peanut butter.

It was the darndest thing. Just as I reached around someone to get a jar from the shelf, someone clubbed me in the head with a baseball bat. That is only about the third of fourth time that has happened to me while shopping at Walmart. (I have trouble remembering details now.)

When I came to, I looked around to see I was right in the middle of what is called a melee when white people fight (a riot when blacks fight). Thirty people were punching the hell out of each other including some with baseball bats. (They are in Aisle 8, near the golf clubs. Sale on bats this week.)

I stood up and just then a teenager threw a can of food and it hit me in the head. Down I went again.

The melee was caught on camera and is posted on social media. I am the one lying out cold on the floor in the peanut butter aisle. Eventually I came home with some peanut butter and a new baseball bat (a bit bloodied) that was 90 per cent off.

Hockey helmets were also on sale. I should have bought one for my next Walmart excursion.

By the way, this started when two teen girls insulted a woman’s clothing.

No way can a sane person let that go.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.