Politically Incorrect

Since I'm somewhat low on money and I haven't gotten my first paycheck from Shelton yet, trips to Wal-Mart are inevitable. You can't beat those savings, people. Anyway, there's this little pizza place in the same shopping center called Pizza Pro. What separates them from other pizza joints is that they have "wavers."

What is a "waver," you ask? Well, let Uncle Kyle tell you. PP (tee hee) always has an employee outside the store who waves to people driving in. The funny thing about the waver is that it seems to be the same guy EVERY TIME I go. Now, I know that's not particularly funny, but you didn't let me finish. This guy looks like he's the owner's retarded son/brother/nephew/what have you. He always seems to thoroughly enjoy what he does because he has this huge grin plastered on his chubby face while he does it and he waves with every fiber of his being.

Now, either they want the driver to come in and partake in a bargain-priced pizza feast (5.99 Thursdays!) or they are trying to kill them by making them run into the nearest light pole. Corky's all like "Haay! Have you seen mah peetha?" The driver's going "Haha! Look at the retard! Retards are fun!" BAM! Dead.

This is either an elaborate plot to conquer the world or someone thinks that mentally challenged persons can help sell pizzas. I feel compelled to buy a pizza to support them in either case.