The Caveman and Change

The Caveman and change. That sentence is very tough to deal with.

Cavemen don't, as a firm rule, change. We hate any change we don't think of or anticipate.

We dislike any change that comes, even if we are warned about the change, every day, for a year before it happens.

Cavemen are instinctive individuals. Our internal programming does not allow for accepting easy changes. Since our internal programming is so simple, direct, and to the point, any changes are considered as attacks on us, personally and with our known relationship to everything we come in contact with.

Cavemen acquire or gather the food to sustain the other members of the cave, and assist in the process needed to create more cave babies.

So when our apple cart is overturned, we don't like it, rarely understand it, and continue for some time, trying to deal with it.

Cavemen by nature, have an extremely difficult time dealing with the "Wallmartization" of America. We know what we want to buy before we enter any store, and have an extremely hard time trying to seek out and purchase what we are looking for in a store that has much too many different items, none of which hardly interest us.

Watch a Caveman in a Wallmart and see how they instinctively look for the check out area of the store. Look how they have to keep reminding themselves where they are in relation to the entrances and exists. See how they become anxious when they are at the back of such a large store and cannot see where the registers and doorways are.

Cavemen easily get very confused and agitated when they go with a female human and are steered away from their mission of seeking exactly what they are looking for and tasked with staying attentive to the female human and the Cave children who are all NOT looking for what the Caveman is seeking.

You should be able to spot a real Caveman in about two seconds if they are in the Women's apparel section and not looking for a particular sleep ware they want their Cavewoman to model, after the Cavebabies are tucked in.

Cavemen will look like they are not looking at women's garments on the racks, but they will imagine what their Cavewoman might look like, wearing the garments they are pretending to not look at.

Cavemen are most easily spotted when they are taken by their Cavewoman into the ladies' undergarment section of any store. If you can't spot a real Caveman in less that one second, if they are in that area, you probably need glasses.

Cavemen become almost uncontrollably uncomfortable in this section and if the section is as large as ones found in Wallmarts, then the Caveman will really become unglued, quite quickly.

If you are really sick and wish to see a Cavedad get mad at his Cavechildren, in a hurry, have that Cavedad be brought along by his Cavewife and have the Cavechildren in tow. Cavedad may last about ten seconds being quite and as calm as possible, before he starts yelling at the Cavechildren for perhaps, no reason at all.

For Cavewomen and Cavechildren, it is best to take two shopping carts when first entering a Wallmart. Have the Caveman use his list he has in his head to go off, by himself, and look for what he wants. His Cavewoman and their Cavechildren will stay with Cavemom and shop, while Cavedad does his thing.

Now, when it is time to have the family be rejoined, just head for either the sporting goods department or the toy department, and their Cavedad will most certainly be.

Then all of you can head for the checkout line where Cavedad will again just about pop a cork because he has to stand in line and wait to see how much the rest of the family is going to attack his financial strength, or lack thereof.

If may be more simple that when the Cavefamily approaches the lines, Cavedad and the Cavechildren should be sent to the in store eatery, or out to the minivan.

But a minivan and a Caveman is a whole post, all to itself.