At any given time, I have at least 15 things I want to write about. However, I usually also have about 30 things I need to get done at that exact same moment. So of course now that I have stolen a few moments to sit down and write a post, I can’t remember any of the things I wanted to write about.
So I will tell you about my trip to Walmart yesterday. Here are some things that happened to me at Walmart and some things that I saw.
In front of the store, there was an obese woman passed out on a bench. She had a carry-on sized piece of luggage with her. She was still there sleeping when I left 25 minutes later.
In the baby section, I saw a 13-month-old toddling around in the middle of the aisle in his onesie but no shoes. I wanted to scrub his little bare feet with bleach.
In the dairy section, a little old lady asked me to help her get a carton of vanilla-flavored creamer down off the top shelf. I did, and I felt nice.
Another younger lady asked me if I knew where the breadcrumbs were. She said she had checked the bakery and they weren’t there. I told her to maybe check the baking aisle. I was a little disconcerted at first that, to this woman, I appeared to be someone who knew where stuff was at Walmart. But I then flattered myself and decided that she asked me because I was the only person around not wearing a muumuu.
In line at the register, the woman in front of me remarked that she was amazed that a bag of chips cost $4. Yet she still bought several bags. I didn’t feel bad for her because what does she need three bags of chips for? Maybe she’s having a party, but even then, she should get the party platter of veggies. Fried bagged potatoes does not always read festivities.
The man ringing me up was a nice youngish guy. He asked me how I was doing and didn’t bat and eye when I asked him to put groceries in the bags I had brought with me. (My bags sometimes present a conundrum to Walmart employees and make their brains short circuit.) I wondered what he was doing working there. He was at least Target caliber.
Finally, I went back to my car. And here’s what I saw: