Becky's Unlimited

It seems every time I go to Wal-Mart, I have a “people disaster”.  Not me, but others.  At my age, it’s ALWAYS someone else.  That is the really cool thing about getting older, it’s never me…!   

    One trip to above mentioned store resulted in the clerk not allowing me to use my credit card to purchase a gift card.  When I told her I had a check, she wasn’t sure they could take that.  I then mentioned that I banked at “Trampoline Savings and Loan” and they don’t bounce checks there.  She looked at me, very puzzled, and mentioned that she’d never heard of that bank before??  Yikes!

    Yesterday I went to Wal-Mart again.  The poor dear in front of me was moving like a snail and had a maxed out cart Somehow a bottle of baby oil had leaked all over her items, the conveyor belt, and floor.  She asked  the clerk for a paper towel and was given two sheets.  She proceeded to wipe up the oil off of her jumbo pack of toilet paper. MEANWHILE, the conveyor belt is moving right along and spreading the oil over everything.  (SIGH)

    I then asked the clerk for paper towels to wipe up the belt and the floor.  She must’ve thought I was very capable, as she gave me the whole roll!  I proceeded to mop up the floor.  She came around and said she needed a “cone” and that she would not be able to help me!  I had to go to a different check out.  REALLY?  After I mopped the floor, cleaned the belt, and tried to help the snail with her items I have to move on?  

    DOes anyone else have these frustrating moments in the big box stores, or is it just me??  I love the big box Home stores that advertise “garden experts”, but then they tell me to read the little plastic stick in the plant.  Is it a perennial or an annual?  DOes this plant like sun or shade?  They say, “I don’t know, what does the little stick say”? They should advertise that they have little stick garden experts, not live people in the store.  Don’t get me started on the paint department.