I had to drive down the "hill" today to pick up a wedding gift and since I was only about 15 minutes from "the wal-mart", figured I'd run in there to pick up a foldin' dryin' rack for the laundry room. (see - I don't totally avoid the laundry room - I can just throw the rack in there, slam the door, and let the laundry figure out how to hang itself *big grin* pun totally intended)
Then I figured I might as well pick up the "Manwich" we're gonna have for dinner and save a stop at the grocery store. While I'm lookin' for the "Manwich" I see boxes of frozen hamburgers. See, the hubs has this crazy, insane, stoopid great idea, since we live only two blocks away, to feed high-schoolers on Fridays.
I been tryin' to be a good wife. (What? Okay - stop laughin'. It's true! Not happenin' often, but gimme some credit for tryin') So I add 64 burgers, 64 buns, 48 dr. peppers, six bags of chips, and a case of water to my up-til-now practically empty (and of course completely whack) cart.
So, there I am, tryin' to wrestle the damn cart into a check-out...find one that looks not-too-bad. Shit! All check-outs in "the wal-mart" are. that. bad. So I'm waitin' for a frickin' half hour, the check-out guy has gotta be 90 if he's a day, and they have the freakin' heat ON!!! Really? The heat is on? OMG!!! (It is 85 degrees outside - which is so extreme since it was snowing on Sunday)
I can't believe I made it outta there without screamin', cussin', or killin'. Why is it that I "forget" how ghetto "the wal-mart" is for a few months? (and have y'all been to that website "people of wal-mart?" I swear they get all those pictures from "the wal-mart" near me!) And then go back thinkin' "Hey - maybe "the wal-mart" has turned into Tar-jay."
Sometimes stoopid just wins.