Why do I do it to myself?

By removing all scary freaks from your store?

Walmart. Most people hate it, I greatly dislike it. I try to go only when I have to, like when every household product runs out at the same time. Well yesterday was the day. I forced myself to go last night, and I so regretted it about 5 minutes after walking in the store. Here are a couple of highlights.

On the haircare aisle. A couple is coming the opposite way and this conversation ensues.
  Random man: You run track?
  Me: No, I'm definitely not a runner.
  Random man: Oh. Why you wearing track clothes if you don't run track?
I didn't realize Nike shorts, a STATE tshirt and tennis shoes was a track uniform. Silly me, having worked in athletics for 5 years. So I watch as they walk away after that awkward exchange and homeboy's asscrack* is hanging out. I so badly wanted to say "I'm wearing an alledged track uniform for the same reason you are showing your crack. Because that's how I roll".
I then proceed to see this same couple 3 more times. Every time they make a comment about me jogging. Wonder what they would've done if I'd just started sprinting down the paper towel aisle?

On to the cereal aisle. A cute little old lady asks me if I would help her get cereal from the top shelf. She says her and her husband have been looking for it everywhere. They had to stock up in Daytona, where her daughter lives since our Walmart stopped carrying it. "Isn't it just so weird how stores just stop carrying stuff?" She loves this cereal, and wants to try the new flavor, but not today. So I hand her the cereal, of which she managed to get 5 boxes into her cart already, and we part ways. The last thing I heard her say was "I love nuts".

*sorry mom.