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i've decided to start blogging on here again. call me finicky.
i just got back from the 24-hour wal-mart.
the one closest to our house just so happens to be the wal-mart that doubles as a circus. and over the months, i've learned that the demographics surrounding this wal-mart like to use it as a means of entertainment for their small children. who needs a babysitter when you can just unload your children into wal-mart and let them run around and play with toys for hours on end while you can have a nice, quiet dinner at mcdonalds?
i will have to log that solution away for when i have kids of my own.
we went because my husband desperately needed shorts. he has been aware that he needed shorts for a while now. but tonight, tonight was the magic night that he had to go get shorts. now. (he limits his options of fine shopping when he does that. seriously.)
he wanted me to come in the fitting room with him and when i took a step towards him, the fitting room guard growled,
"you can't go in there with him. sorry."
um, please don't say that you're sorry if you don't mean it. you've already disrespected me by assuming i was going in there to stuff as many shorts in my purse as i could manage or, or what? have sex? fool around? thanks a lot. i don't have the energy to do either of those in your classy store. i will pay the $10 for the shorts, thank you very much... and i can think of a million other places i would rather be 'romantic' with my husband.
i've never liked getting snapped at. i always take it very personally and i'm very likely to avoid that fitting room for the rest of my days. that will sure show that lady. humph.
also, wal-marts are really quite amazing in all the services they provide these days. where else can you go grocery shopping, home shopping, get your hair cut, get your oil changed, get your tires rotated, get your eyes checked, eat a meal, get your nails done, deposit your paycheck, and get your annual physical all in one stop? all they need now is a dentist, their own gas pump, and a waterpark.
and maybe a carousel.
i just got back from the 24-hour wal-mart.
the one closest to our house just so happens to be the wal-mart that doubles as a circus. and over the months, i've learned that the demographics surrounding this wal-mart like to use it as a means of entertainment for their small children. who needs a babysitter when you can just unload your children into wal-mart and let them run around and play with toys for hours on end while you can have a nice, quiet dinner at mcdonalds?
i will have to log that solution away for when i have kids of my own.
we went because my husband desperately needed shorts. he has been aware that he needed shorts for a while now. but tonight, tonight was the magic night that he had to go get shorts. now. (he limits his options of fine shopping when he does that. seriously.)
he wanted me to come in the fitting room with him and when i took a step towards him, the fitting room guard growled,
"you can't go in there with him. sorry."
um, please don't say that you're sorry if you don't mean it. you've already disrespected me by assuming i was going in there to stuff as many shorts in my purse as i could manage or, or what? have sex? fool around? thanks a lot. i don't have the energy to do either of those in your classy store. i will pay the $10 for the shorts, thank you very much... and i can think of a million other places i would rather be 'romantic' with my husband.
i've never liked getting snapped at. i always take it very personally and i'm very likely to avoid that fitting room for the rest of my days. that will sure show that lady. humph.
also, wal-marts are really quite amazing in all the services they provide these days. where else can you go grocery shopping, home shopping, get your hair cut, get your oil changed, get your tires rotated, get your eyes checked, eat a meal, get your nails done, deposit your paycheck, and get your annual physical all in one stop? all they need now is a dentist, their own gas pump, and a waterpark.
and maybe a carousel.
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