The Wal Mart Chronicles - Part 1

I have a serious, very intense, extremely unfriendly feeling toward Wal Mart right about now. I once wrote this post about my roller coaster relationship with Wal Mart, and things have only gone downhill from there. I have been know to refer to the store as the evil empire.

I'm really thinking that breaking up might be the best idea.

Maybe Wal Mart exists to further increase the fruit of the spirit in me and my budget dictates that I shop there for at least part of my shopping. Seriously folks, I cannot think of another place where I've had to bite my tongue and exercise patience beyond my human capabilities.

OK, OK. Let me get on with it...

I have to start with a trip to Wal Mart that I made while using WIC checks a few months ago. Now if you have used WIC, you know how specific the items are on each check. So, I brought up my usual WIC items - you know, the ones I buy EVERY SINGLE TIME. Yeah, well the cashier was uncertain if the items were the correct ones, so she made 2 separate trips to the customer service counter, leaving me hanging with child in cart for about 5 minutes EACH time. Not to mention, that when I was told I had to get a different brand peanut butter two different times (even though I had bought the same peanut butter a zillion times before), I had to truck across the football sized store to get a new jar.

At this time, I had been at the check out for well over 15 minutes. I finally made it to my last check and she decided she needed to check with customer service ONE MORE TIME about my frozen juice concentrate size. I HAVE BOUGHT THIS JUICE CONCENTRATE A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE!!!!! It was at this point that the "keep it together" self-talk began. Gabby was VERY crabby and hungry; she was going to miss lunch because I now had to go straight to pre-school to pick up Samuel so I wouldn't be late. I then began to throw calmly place the remainder of my items from my cart onto the counter and screamed at told the lady between gritted teeth that I no longer wanted these items.

I said nothing more and walked out. And yes, I did call the store manager.

My next Wal Mart story is rather strange... stay tuned.