You should know ahead of time that I become illogically irate at WalMart, what with the one guy leaving his cart in the middle of the aisle and then strolling farther down in order to look for that PARTICULAR brand of shaving cream his sister recommended. Or the older lady who spotted a friend from church in the AllBran section and parks her cart next to church-friend in order to chat which creates the equivalent of two people riding next to each other at the exact sames speed on a two lane. But, you don't want to hurt a poor little old woman's feelings and so you are forced to sit there and sigh kind of loudly, maybe say, "excuse me?" all apologetic. Or, I don't know, maybe the pregnancy hormones are just making me even more intolerant which means, when this is all over, I have a lot of apologizing to do.
Could NOT find full fat yogurt in the yogurt portion of the dairy aisle. Look in the mirror people, do you really think it's helping?
Am not in any way making this up. As I was fruitlessly searching for Duck Tape, overheard two aisles over, "Good LORD, what is that SMELL?!"
Saw fat little boy running towards his dad yelling, "Papa! Papa!" Reminded my uterus there is already one baby in there.
Almost bought a Zach Efron aka Troy trapper keeper folder.
Did however buy a 2 pound bag of frozen french fries which ties in nicely with number one.
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