Oh, how I loathe and love Walmart. It is the devil and an angel all at the same time. You get great prices, but then again, I know that the workers don't get the benefits they should and in turn the workers there are not the friendliest (not all of them, just quite a few). You also have to fight your way through aisles of people looking for the same deals you are. You have to pretty much jump through kids that run from their parents or just aren't watched closely enough. You have to get there on stocking days so you can be sure to get the product you want or it is gone within a day and a half. BUT, you get great deals on a lot of things and I love bargains!
I went to Walmart Monday night because Emma needed some new spring clothes. I think Walmart has a fairly decent selection of kids clothes so I loaded up the girls and headed out. I had packed a smaller diaper bag because I didn't want to have to carry the big one in. I forgot one minor detail though....my wallet with my driver's license and debit card was in it. I finally realized that when I pulled in the parking lot to WM. I did have my checkbook with me though so I thought I would write a check....do you see where this is going?
Well, I walk through the clothes and find some good deals for Emma. I even got her some socks and looked for some shoes, but of course no shoes in size 7 or 8. Surprise, surprise. We found a precious Tinkerbell outfit that Emma was so "cited" to take home and wear.
Once we were finished, I took my treasures up to the cashier and she started ringing me up. I asked her what I needed to write on the check and she said that the machine does it all for you. I handed it to her and it just hit me like a Mack truck--you need you DL# on your checks! The cashier told me that sometimes the computer asks and sometimes it doesn't. Of course....the computer wanted mine. So I tried calling home to Brandon...and tried, and tried, and tried. That boy ALWAYS answers his phone, but now he wasn't. So as I am calling, there is a nice little line standing behind me and the girls aren't being very quiet anymore. It is way past Maddie's bedtime and Emma is complaining because I won't let her hold her new outfit (that is called stealing Emma!).
I finally gave up and told the cashier to keep my bags, I will be back in later to pay for them. I took the girls outside (but not before the person at the door had to check through my diaper bag because I was leaving without buying anything) and loaded them up in the car. While I was loading them up, my new shirt tore and is now ruined. It started raining while all of this was going on and Emma is screaming for her new Tinkerbell outfit, Maddie is screaming because she is tired and Mommy is close to tears because she is so defeated. I pulled out of the parking lot and my phone rings. It is Brandon. AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! My husband wonders why I was so upset with him and why I am crying....oh, if only he knew.
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