I am not supposed to shop at Walmart. Due to unfair labor practices, crappy merchandise, and incompetent employees, my husband and I really don't go there.
Unless I am desperate.
So, today I went there to look at the bedding. I need a new comforter or quilt for my bed and I am running out of affordable options. I left my son in the car, eating a burger and fries, and promised to be back in a few minutes. Sure enough, I found a beautiful quilt and there was only one left. I wrote down all the information about it, thinking I could go online and buy it somewhere else. Is that cheating?
I headed back to my car and before I slid into the driver's seat I stepped in a melted wad of chewing gum. It made a green, gooey, bridge from the pavement, to the bottom of my flip-flop, to my car mat. Mother F!
"Quick, get me a napkin!" I yelled at my son. Of course there were none in the glove compartment. All I had were the leftover, ketchup-smeared ones from his lunch.
The car was freakin' hot. I was trying to scrape mint flavored gum off my shoe with a napkin soaked in grease and ketchup. The smell was making me gag.
All I could think of was, "That's what you get for going to Walmart."
-Lela
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3 comments:
I'm with you. I don't go there unless I have to. For all your reasons and more. The founder Sam Walton must be cringing at what has become of his empire.
Same here. But I have a husband who every once in a while likes to go to Walmart... because he says it makes him feel young, rich, smart, handsome, and thin. Yeah, he's a "10" at Walmart.
Like you, I try to go there very rarely. And it's never a fun experience...so sorry about the gummed up floor mats!
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