Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Everything is . . .

. . . 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.


Jeff and Rachael Downs said...

I hate Wal-mart and am very sorry you're JUST NOW experiencing their horrible awfulness. I must admit that some of their prices are better so I'm forced to buy a few things there, but their service SUCKS! There's never enough lanes open so the lines are ridiculously long, the employees know NOTHING (I swear...I was looking for a vase, asked a MANAGER, and she led me through the whole store before finding where they were 10 minutes later...) and I ALWAYS receive attention from the creepiest people.

I am a Target girl through and through.

So are you going to show pictures of your cute abode???? :)

Zack and Kylee said...

Verity, you're the best- I love reading what you have to write- I can picture it all in my head :) I love ya girly!!!

Sarah Blue said...

I had that happen to me too...I looked the gal in the eye on my way out, said hello, and then she asked for my receipt. I said "This isn't Sam's Club, right? Why do you need to see my receipt?" Her response was to just ask for it again. I pointed out that other people were walking by without being asked. She asked for my receipt (very timidly, but also very bravely). I told her no, this isn't Sam's Club and walked off.

I felt horrible about ten seconds after I had left, and if I hadn't been in such a hurry to get home to my kiddos, I probably would have gone back to apologize. :(

I don't know what the deal it with Wal-mart asking for receipts now. It's just weird...

Margarita said... yet i sometimes shop there. and when i do, it is terrible! we had one guy who wore his safety glasses at teh register, smelled ppl's stuff, held stuff hostage until you answered all his questions, and got his dandruff all over your stuff.

then a few weeks ago i went to find a small fridge and i asked the man in the paint section and this was our convo:
"excuse me, could you tell me where to find the compact refrigeradors?"
:i'm sorry, what?"
"a fridge, i need a small one for my dorm"
"what is it your looking for?"
"A refridgerador"
"i don't know what you are talking about"
"you know, a fridge, it holds food and keeps it cold so it doesnt go bad..."
"i have no idea what you are talking about"

seriously? who doesnt know what a fridge is? is it my accent???

Tori said...

Ok. New favorite blog... well one of them. Great story. Maybe they will make a movie out of your life/blog like on Julie & Julia! I would totally rent it. Probably even buy it.

Tori said...

P.S. You totally remind me of Eloise--just older. If you don't know who she is, Eloise is a charming/trouble making little girl who lives in the Plaza Hotel in New York. (In short, she's a character out of a children's book.) I have the book--of course. I have too many books. Come over and borrow it. Then you will see how much you have in common!

Alycia (Crowley Party) said...

your blog is adorable :)

The 231 Girls. said...

I agree with Tori that you remind me of Eloise! But also you kind of remind me of Junie B. Jones... haha!! Ohh, childhood books that I love...


Melodie said...

You are so funny I have to follow your blog and read it every day!