. . . finally coming together in our new house. You'd think that living in one room practically your whole life would somehow make moving easy. . . but truth sets in pretty quick!
Anyway, I got harassed by Deborah at Wal-Mart today. I had a small shopping list. Bleach, one set of hangers, a toothbrush holder, laundry detergent and a 3 drawer storage thing for our closet.
Before I go on too much, I want everyone to know that I WAS a Wal-Mart lover. I'd choose Wal any day over Target but today that changed DRASTICALLY. Back to story.
First I went for the toothbrush holder. No story there or for the drawer thing and hangers. But lo and behold when I went to pick up the detergent, it was nowhere to be found. Alas, neither were any of the employees! I'm not okay with this because Wal-Mart always has the employee to customer ratio that I dearly love.
I settled for some Gain because I was not in the mood to find someone and then continued to find some bleach. To understand my disdain, you must know that I was at Target (before I realized I loved it, of course) and the bleach was a measly $0.92. I prompted Jake of the situation because we were partners in crime while tackling Target, but he said we could grab it at WM later. So here I am at Wal-Mart. Staring at the bleach in a smaller bottle. For a whole. Dollar. MORE. Guffaw!? So I stared at the price for a good 3 minutes expecting the price to change. And it didn't. But I bought it.
So I checked out and the usually friendly staff were obviously very unfriendly. And some crazy in line touched my bum bum. . . I was super nastied out but then she got caught on the conveyor belt and I laughed so I'm not sad at her anymore.
Now comes Deborah. Deborah needs a new perm because hers has grown out about three inches and I would give her a free deep condition because I like people like that. So I say, "Have a nice day!!!!!" and you know what she says to me?? She says, "I need to see your receipt."
I was not in the mood! Number one because I couldn't remember if the receipt was in my purse, wallet or a bag and number two because, hi! Three people just walked past me and they didn't get asked for a receipt. So I told her, without smiling this time, that, "No, you can't see my receipt because I don't know where I put it." **** side story at bottom **** So she asks again and I say, "I don't think this is Costco, so no." And then her face got scared like she thought I was going to beat her so I said again, "I don't know where I put the receipt, okay??" And then her wrath of Satan came out. "We have security all over the place and I want to see your receipt and if you don't show it to me. . . and the security is always by the door. . .(at this point I'm looking for the security very absurdly which is making her feel like a dumb dumb). . . and at other Wal-Marts they don't have security like we do!!" I finally find my receipt during her novella and when I handed it to her she slapped my face!!!!!! WHAT!?!?!
Just kidding. She didn't. But I would've pushed her and taken her name tag and run out the door if she would have. But so I finally leave and I say, "Have a great day, Deb!!" And I smiled very honestly and left.
So with that whole security issue, which I felt so humorously about, and the expensive bleach, the side story girl that you'll read later, and annoying Deborah and bum bum touching girl, I think I'm changing forces and moving on to Target.
All in all, I am going to eat pizza, asparagus and otter pops with Jake.
****Side story**** In junior high and high school there was a girl in my gym class who wasn't as good as me. Now I relish in the joy that P.E. was my best class. So this girl who I NEVER talked to and was never more than acquaintances with (she started doing weird things with other girls and I thought she was yucky but I always said hi to her) went to Westwood too. Now, at Westwood I only ever saw her when choir would be in the auditorium practicing for a concert which was probably 8 days each school year. She was, I think, in the group that did lights or something. Well she was at Wal-Mart and I felt someone staring a hole into my brain so I looked. At first I didn't recognize her AT ALL but I have no shame and kept staring! I eventually remembered and smiled and waved at her. She just glared at me. Now, I had no makeup on because I'd been working hard and sweat it off and my hair was in a messy ponytail, but SHE was staring at ME so I don't get the hostile looks! But when she glared I was like. . . "Uh, weird..." So then when Deborah was being crazy this girl from school walked by again and glared and laughed at me. . . What tha?? She ended up parking near me so when I got to my truck she looked at me and then got a weird look and drove away quick. Like, what the heck. The end.