WallyWorld On Saturday.....in Southeast KY! - October 25th, 2004 at 07:32 PM
As most of you know, I don't get "out" much!
Saturday I absolutely, positively HAD to go to Wal-Mart.
There was no more putting it off.
The parking lot was so crowded you couldn't hardly get into it, let alone find a parking spot. But, my usual spot was open...because I always park in the farthest spot away from the store! That's the ONLY spot that was open. Everyone was just driving around and around, waiting for someone to back out of a spot a little closer so they could snag it.
And don't you just hate those people who see someone putting their bags in their car, and they STOP and wait for them to get everything loaded up, even though it might take 5 minutes. Then they WAIT for the person to s-l-o-w-l-y take their cart to one of those "cart corrals", come back to their car, fasten their seatbelt, find a good CD before they back out....you get the picture. All the while, traffic is backed up a mile. That BURNS
ME UP!
O.K. Back to the story.
I get to the entrance of the store and there are two guys standing outside the door that looked like they might have been in the movie "Deliverance".
They had obviously crawled out from under a rock somewhere and decided to go to Wal-Mart to pick up chicks! (Or at least, LOOK at chicks!) I'm in my late 40's, but I'm still pretty hot! And they sure let me know it! (How embarrassing!) 
What are you supposed to do when a guy goes "Ummmmmmm ummm!" to you REAL loud in front of 20 other people? 
I gave them a dollar each!
So, inside the store now. I hadn't even gotten 20 feet before the first person rammed their cart into the back of my ankles.
While recouperating from THAT, I look in my purse for my list, and realize I left it at home. Not good...me in Wal-Mart with no clue!
I had to venture past the toy department on the way to the light bulb department. I passed a big display of a new toy in the center aisle. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to make sure I read the box correctly as I passed. Yep. Sure enough, it said "STINKY AIR BLASTER" - "Blasts Stinky Air Up To 20 Feet"! And, by golly, they were on SALE! (Dang, I've already used my 8 graemlin quota!) Brennan will NOT be getting one of those for Christmas from me!
Made it to the craft department for the Clear Acrylic spray I use over my paintings. It said on the back in big, bold letters: THIS PRODUCT CONTAINS CHEMICALS KNOWN TO THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA TO CAUSE BIRTH DEFECTS. Now...does that mean if I use it in Kentucky it's safe?
See, this is why I don't like to go to Wal-Mart. Everything boggles my mind! Then, my cell phone rings. I can't do ANYTHING while I talk on the phone. So, I have to decide whether to stay put in the craft department until the call is over, or try to shop and talk at the same time. I can't stand to see people talking on cell phones in stores, so I decide to hide in the craft department and talk. ("Can you hear me NOW?")
Since I'm out of graemlins, I'll have to continue this another time. There is absolutely no way I can describe my ordeal at the "Self Check Out" without graemlins!
Cindy
Saturday I absolutely, positively HAD to go to Wal-Mart.
There was no more putting it off.
The parking lot was so crowded you couldn't hardly get into it, let alone find a parking spot. But, my usual spot was open...because I always park in the farthest spot away from the store! That's the ONLY spot that was open. Everyone was just driving around and around, waiting for someone to back out of a spot a little closer so they could snag it.
And don't you just hate those people who see someone putting their bags in their car, and they STOP and wait for them to get everything loaded up, even though it might take 5 minutes. Then they WAIT for the person to s-l-o-w-l-y take their cart to one of those "cart corrals", come back to their car, fasten their seatbelt, find a good CD before they back out....you get the picture. All the while, traffic is backed up a mile. That BURNS
ME UP!O.K. Back to the story.
I get to the entrance of the store and there are two guys standing outside the door that looked like they might have been in the movie "Deliverance".
They had obviously crawled out from under a rock somewhere and decided to go to Wal-Mart to pick up chicks! (Or at least, LOOK at chicks!) I'm in my late 40's, but I'm still pretty hot! And they sure let me know it! (How embarrassing!) What are you supposed to do when a guy goes "Ummmmmmm ummm!" to you REAL loud in front of 20 other people? I gave them a dollar each!So, inside the store now. I hadn't even gotten 20 feet before the first person rammed their cart into the back of my ankles.
While recouperating from THAT, I look in my purse for my list, and realize I left it at home. Not good...me in Wal-Mart with no clue!
I had to venture past the toy department on the way to the light bulb department. I passed a big display of a new toy in the center aisle. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around to make sure I read the box correctly as I passed. Yep. Sure enough, it said "STINKY AIR BLASTER" - "Blasts Stinky Air Up To 20 Feet"! And, by golly, they were on SALE! (Dang, I've already used my 8 graemlin quota!) Brennan will NOT be getting one of those for Christmas from me!
Made it to the craft department for the Clear Acrylic spray I use over my paintings. It said on the back in big, bold letters: THIS PRODUCT CONTAINS CHEMICALS KNOWN TO THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA TO CAUSE BIRTH DEFECTS. Now...does that mean if I use it in Kentucky it's safe?
See, this is why I don't like to go to Wal-Mart. Everything boggles my mind! Then, my cell phone rings. I can't do ANYTHING while I talk on the phone. So, I have to decide whether to stay put in the craft department until the call is over, or try to shop and talk at the same time. I can't stand to see people talking on cell phones in stores, so I decide to hide in the craft department and talk. ("Can you hear me NOW?")
Since I'm out of graemlins, I'll have to continue this another time. There is absolutely no way I can describe my ordeal at the "Self Check Out" without graemlins!
Cindy
night 
