I feel that I share the same frustration with WalMart as so many of you do, so I know I'll be in good company. However, if you're a Wally's World lover [I'll pray for you], you may want to walk away from the computer now, or, just hold your tomatoes please.
Obviously a big snow storm was heading our way, and with the lovely hype of the news...naturally people were freaked-to-no-end at the thought of being stuck inside their home without bread and milk. I get it, I do. But, milk and bread? Really? I'm more of a caffeine free coke and cheez-it's fan, myself, but meh...to each his own.
Honestly? I wouldn't have hit up the dreaded WalMart at ALL if it weren't for the fact that Declan and I only food shop every 2 weeks right now, and we were on the tail end of week 2....which means....not many options for a pregnant girl like myself. We need options, people. It's a must. No, an extreme, absolute necessity.
Let me also interject and say that when Declan and I food shop we go out of our way to get to a TRUE grocery store, purposely to avoid WalMart. We loathe it that much. However, WalMart is the "convenient" option. Although...not so much.
So, I thought to myself..."hmm...after school, I'll run in and out super quick...getting
WheatsMilkforCerealTake5'sBaconIceCream(for Declan not for me, I swear! I don't even
like it!)TurkeyPicklesKaiserRollsChipsDipGreenPeppersCarrotsandCucumbers. [Yes, my tactic was mooshing them all together so you wouldn't realize how much of it was junk. But, we're friends. I can be honest.] To sum it all up...I looked like a teenager who needed her munchie-fix after smoking waytoomuchmarijuana. Get it? K.
The process of actually getting the food wasn't so bad, I mean, I had to run over a few kids-crash into a few carts-and do way too many ninja moves to get to the bread, but...thats a typical WalMart-run for ya. [kidding. I love kids.]
After a few minutes of grabbing whatever I wanted, correction: needed, off I went to find a line to pay and get theheckouttathere. And Good LORD in heaven...the lines were insane. Absolutely, positively INSANE.
I picked a line about 5-7 carts deep, but each cart seemed to only have about 25-30 items in them. I thought I'd done a good line-picking-job. I typically try to avoid lines that have carts so full of food it looks like they're shopping for the entire Duggar family.
A little history: I always. ALWAYS. ALWAYS. pick the WRONG line.
Now, this entire "experience" happened after a reeeeally long day of school, where literally I had a pounding headache that wouldnotquit, hadn't had a good lunch simply because I ran out of time to eat, so my stomach was growling, wore the worst shoes that day and literally have feet that are howling in pain, and had just smacked my leg into someones bumper of their car leaving me hobbling around with huge welt on my knee. Great day, eh?
I'm hunched over my cart, leaning on it...trying to get the pressure off my feet a bit, while playing on my iPhone. Thank God, those little technical-pieces-of-heaven are amazing and handy in times like these. But, then...then I see it.
The customer who is at the front of the line checking out just RAN past me all the way to the back of the store. You've got to be kidding. Her husband was still up there, twiddling his thumbs waiting on dear wifey to 'grab something they forgot!'. Are you serious?? Are you THAT rude to make all the other customers wait for one measily tiny container of PEANUT BUTTER?
She came whizzing past, oh....3 minutes later with a little jar of jiffy in her hand. It took a little will power not to point my foot out and trip her on the way in. But, I had a feeling that would hold the line up even more. I digress.
Finally, they leave. The carts inch up. Another customer gets successfully checked out. I've now inched up enough that I'm "in" the actual checkout line and not hanging out in the big aisle without a home.
By this point, I'm so exhausted, I found myself leaning up against the soda refrigerator just to hold my huge-self up. I may or may not have let out a few HUGE sighs along the way.
There was a woman, appeared about 50'ish years old two carts in front of me at the checkout spot now. She seemed in no rush at all. So much in fact that she had her arm resting on the little check counter with her face in her hands. She had some kind of booklet with her that showed very specific foods to buy that the clerk had to scan to match with every friggin item in her cart. NO joke. The real problem started when we came to a bottle of apple juice. Wouldn't ya know the darn thing didn't ring up correctly. This was such a "huge deal" that even the managers had to come up to assist. The customer ran back to the food aisles not only once, but twice. TWICE!! [Am I the only person who would have said the heck with the juice...let's move on??]
She may have muttered a slight, "Oh geez, I'm sorry guys..." to the now 30 cart-deep line. I may or may not have ROLLED my eyes at her, because, CLEARLY she did not care about anyone else behind her nor was she really sorry.
It's kind of sad, because at times like these my hormones go raging and I feel like shouting, "I'm PREGNANTTTTTTT and TIRED, HURRY THE HECK UP!" [if I did indeed say it, the words may have not been so clean.]
But, I kept it in. I swear.
Finally, after 30-40 minutes of being in line...I made my way up the checkout counter and the clerk said, "I'm closed now, hun."
I slugged her then got arrested.
KIDDING. Totally kidding.
But that would have made a great story.
"Local pregnant teacher slugs WalMart Employee...now sitting behind bars."
No, for real....I ended up getting up the counter, putting my items up quickly (with slight moaning and groaning), and checking out in under 2 minutes. Honestly. I'm an easy customer, and would never dream of holding up a line of angry people for one measily thing.
The clerk mentioned about 10 times within the 2 minutes I was up there that she was "Leaving and shutting her light off in 15 minutes!" She seemed disgruntled herself, but then again, so was I.
I finally left after waytoolong for not enough items, exhausted and slightly pissed off...remembering why I ALWAYS, I repeat...always make Declan go food shopping with me.
So quite possibly this post should not be entitled "Why I hate WalMart", persay--but possibly the customers, too. Although-I was a customer that day. But now that I think about it...I kind of hated myself for being dumb enough to shop there....3 days before a snow storm, and 4 days before the SuperBowl.
I learned my lesson. On the bright side, however, [you know I love my bright-side's] I'm home, bundled up and cozy with lots of snow outside, and a fridge stocked with too many munchies to handle in one weekend.