I hate to say it, gn-ze, but I knew you weren't Walmart material... Too many I.Q. points bouncing 'round in yer squash...

I mean, let's examine exactly what it was you liked about being a Walmart greeter... Let's see... Oh yeah, chicks... I think you need to check out the department stores and maybe work in the woman's shoe department... They won't hire you to work the undies department so forget that idea... Feets ain't bad... Okay, sometimes they are... But most okay... And some, like, ahhhhh, really okay...

And no puke...

Here's another idea... Drive a cab... You get to set yer own hours pretty much and you will meet some chicks...

B~