I don't know about other towns but Knoxville is littered with Shamers. Tsk Tskers who sit under sunbrellas and wag their fingers and wave their big ugly signs at just about every business we have here.
Now, I'm not saying they don't have a legit beef with the man but these signs are so overused that they've been rendered ineffective.
I still need groceries, my friend. And I'm not gonna forget that inside of Calhoun's awaits the best darn onion loaf mankind has ever tasted. The flow of traffic in and out of these establishments seems uninterrupted by these naysayers. In fact, I can drive by any one of these businesses on any day and forget I need something from within because they start to blend in to the landscape. (It's just like the tumbleweed of dog hair gathering at base of my stairway.) But put a big honkin' 'Shame On' sign out there and I notice it and think "Oh, right. I need some Miss Clairol dark brown #4. Thanks for reminding me, Mr. Disgruntled Employee."
I can only imagine that the people posted next to these signs are hoping we'll drive by and be moved to take up their cause. But for me there's just too many and I have my own cause which is getting my crap done before I have to put dinner on the table and write to little Shahin in Bangledesh, (whose cause I have taken up) who can't even get to clean water from his grass hut.
Get in line, Shame-oners. I got bigger fish to fry. That reminds me, I need to go to Food City and get some salmon.
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