Let me spell this first one out for you... W.A.L.M.A.R.T. Hate it. You make think "hate" is a strong word, but that's also why it's a perfect word for how I feel about this store. I had to endure this atrocity twice this week, when usually I manage to avoid it for a month or two at a time. What's so bad about it? Let me count the ways...
- Crappy carts. Not a great way to start a trip to a store you dread anyways. I had the girls with me and tried to put them into one of those big carts with the 2 kid seats. There were 3 carts lined up, so started with the first one. Get Addie all situated and realize Millie's strap is broken. No problem, I go on to the second cart. Once again, Addie gets in just fine and when I'm almost done buckling in Millie, I realize that once again, the strap is broken. I'm starting to get a little irritated, but am thankful that there's one last cart. This time, I get Millie all strapped in and breathe a sigh of relief, when Addie lets me know that her strap is broken. ARGH! But with no carts left, Addie just had to hang on for dear life and try to keep her little bottom up in that high seat. I think her gluts are all the better for it.
- Bad placement of items. Seriously bad. So bad that the associate couldn't even help me. When I first asked her where to find the alarm clocks, she gave me this look like I was an idiot. "Uh, they're by the clocks," she said like she was talking to a half-wit. "Well, that is where one would THINK they should be, isn't it," I replied, "but of course I've checked there, and I've checked by the alarm radios and pretty much every other home furnishings aisle and trust me, they're not there." So we journeyed around the store together until we finally found them in some random aisle that was completely unrelated to clocks or housewares. Seriously stupid. I mean, do you WANT anyone to by your alarm clocks, because they're certainly never going to be able to find them.
- The people. And I'm not talking about the associates (although some of them could use a squirt in the face), but the other shoppers there. Yes, shoppers can be annoying anywhere, but somehow the majority seem to migrate to Walmart. Especially the ones with bad, dirty kids. Like a lady I ran into today whose son and daughter were hysterically screaming for who knows what, so to console them, she says, "Hey, look at that huge BRATZ doll! If you stop screaming, I'll buy you that one to add to your collection." Great parenting. Which leads me to my next annoyance of the week...
BRATZ dolls. I mean, have you seen these things? If not, check out the above picture of a very typical Bratz doll. Great idea. I mean, who doesn't think it's a great idea to give your daughter a doll that shows her how to dress like a prostitute and have a bad attitude before she's even out of diapers? It's not like they don't get enough of that from the media, let's go ahead and give them dolls that promote it too. Super.
And my last annoyance of the week, and you've heard this one before from me... BAD GARAGE SALES!!! I won't rehash all my pet peeves about garage sales, but I'll just tell you that the one I went to today was actually more expensive than buying brand new at a store. Not kidding. For example, they had a plastic kids shopping cart there for $10, and I actually bought the same one several years ago on sale at Target for $8! Then, they had clothes marked like they were brand new too - like Gymboree sweaters for $14! CRAZY! Just wait until they go on clearance and get them for cheaper. Then when I left the sale, they asked, "Didn't you find anything for your baby?" There were sooo many things I wanted to say, but instead I just smiled politely and said, "Oh, they just weren't the right size." That took a lot of self control. Especially from this pregnant mama.
So, now that I've grieved you all with my annoyances, I actually do feel much better. Thank you. Maybe I can leave the water gun at home the next time I venture out. I promise my next blog will be much happier and have some fun pics of our vacation.