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My good friend "R" was up from California for a visit to her folk's house last week, so on Friday we met up at an IHOP at the midway point between us so we could see each other, eat yummy pancakes and try to ignore our children who were bouncing off the walls. We ordered and ate our grown up meals and then maybe 1 or 9 bites of our kid's chocolate chip pancakes. We had sparkling, yet often interrupted, conversation. Being the lovely person she is, she bought breakfast for us. Yes, it started off being a good morning.
As we went our separate ways after breakfast, I made the decision to stop at *gasp!* Walmart before making the 45 minute drive home.
Perhaps I should explain. I hate Walmart. It seems that every Walmart I've been to has been, at that moment, the site of the National Screaming Kids and Oblivious Parents Convention (NatSKOPCon for short). So even though Target's done me wrong, I'm still loyal to them.
But back to my story. This Walmart was one of those supercenter ones. And since I was wanting some items that the store held, I decided to venture in. Upon entering the store, I was taken aback. The store was clean! There were no screaming kids! Adults were walking around with a purpose! Had I walked into the wrong store? Or maybe a parallel dimension? But I bravely went forth, pushing my shopping cart and taking no prisoners.
I started off in the garden section and worked my way across the entire store until I'd hit the grocery section, filling my cart along the way. Plants, buttons for a project, spray paint, cereal. A special stop to pick up a little item that comes in handy after a woman's been taking antibiotics. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Gentlemen, don't ask. Ignorance is bliss on this one. So with a full cart, I made my way up to the checkout stands. It was a new day and life was good.
Until I reached into my purse and found that my wallet was not in it. Of course, this little discovery was not made until I'd loaded everything up on to the counter and the cashier had started ringing it all up. Yes, I had had my wallet out the night before at home, and when I was done with it, I'd asked my daughter to put it back into my purse for me. And while she did, indeed, follow my directions, it was a different purse that now held my wallet.
And I stood in Walmart, mortified.
So Walmart, I just don't think it was meant to be for you and me. We gave it a go, but it's just not going to work. Perhaps someday I'll change my mind. But it will probably be a while. How much longer do you think that angry cashier will be working there?
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