How many times has somebody you know (or you, even) said "I hate shopping there, but sometimes you just HAVE to go there?" You KNOW where "there" is... and so I don't get in trouble for trashing (big box retailer), they'll remain nameless; but when I tell you about my most recent visit to (big box retailer), you'll INSTANTLY know the place I'm talking about - and it has NOTHING to do with (big box retailer) or the products they sell.
Did some "spring cleaning" Sunday, and realized afterwards, that I needed (in no particular order) 6 picture frames, cat food, cat litter, bottled water, a new garden hose (to wash and rinse the new truck with) and "Twilight" on DVD (sis's birthday present - she said to get it - so it's no big surprise). Conveniently, all this stuff can be found at ONE "big box retailer."
So I'm at (big box retailer) when I experience the following, all within the half-hour I was there...
1. While in the garden section, I witnessed (no lie) a young-ish white couple not merely arguing; no, they were hurling F-bombs at each other (across an aisle, no less) while one pushed a cart with a small child in the seat. I'm sure that child is just SOAKING up mommy and daddy's colorful language, through it all (it is, after all, said child's "formulative" years, right?). Let me be clear...they were not having a "private" disagreement between themselves. This was loud, very public, and really filthy. They weren't STOPPING to have this argument, either...no they were crop-dusting the F-bombs from the toy section to the garden section while in lock-step. Nice.
2. I got my hose, got the DVD, and moved over to the "grocery" side of (big box retailer); as I'm pushing my wobbly-wheeled cart down the beverage aisle, I'm behind "suburban mom-lady" and her bogged-down, loaded-to-the-brim with junk food cart, when she just stops to.... I guess stare at the half-dozen sugar-loaded sodas she's narrowed her choice down to. No bigge; I can jsut wheel around her, right? Actually, no; she's sorta parked her cart at an angle, taking up 2/3 of the aisle, when an apparently pleasant lady approached from the other direction, and couldn't wheel by, herself. We both just stood there, and awkwardly watched as 'suburban mom-lady' took her sweet @#& time choosing the flavor of liquid crack she'd be dousing her kids stomachs with this week. I kid you not - this went on for about 3-4 minutes, at which point, I looked at the friendlier lady, said, "Don't feel bad; apparently we're not really here, so we're not really being held up." I u-turned ol' wobbly wheels, and re-routed my search for bottled water.
3. I got ripped by an old lady in the "20 items or less" lane because she said my cart had too much stuff. Turns out, my cart had a large garden hose and one of those rope-crank storage thingies, so it took up a bunch of space; oh, and by the way, I only had 19 items, cranky lady. Get off my @&#.
4. Somebody (no lie) asked a clerk in mens clothing if they carried any "Snuggies." Without missing a beat, she told the guy where diapers were stocked.
I really DO hate shopping at (big box retaiiler) but if you ever wanna feel better about where YOU are in life, spend a few minutes in (big box retailer) and be thankful you only "chose" to be there.
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