Wal-Mart and Target are very dangerous places for me.
Shortly after moving here I made friends with one of the
guys in Wal-Mart. His name is Darrol. He recently retired from a job that he had
worked for over 40 years and found that he was bored at home. Well, good news for Wal-Mart because everyone
loves Darrol and he puts forward a positive vibe that makes people come
back. Even if his line is the longest, I
will still choose it and not because he calls me a “pretty young thing”,
although, that doesn’t hurt.
After a few times of “over-purchasing”, I shared with Darrol
that I never kept to just the items on my list.
He told me that the next time I came in to grab him and he would walk me
around the store and keep me from those extra purchases.
I’ve never taken him up on that offer, but when I check out
he will take my list to see how many
spontaneous buys I made. He will
actually count them and then shame me or try to shame me, because we all know I
have no shame.
Soooo, I figured out how to get around this little problem,
besides just not going to his line. NOW
I DON’T MAKE A LIST. HA! If he has nothing to compare the items on the
conveyer belt too, then he can’t give me a hard time. When asked about things that some people,
namely Thomas, might seem to think are unnecessary I always have a plausible
reason for why I need to have them. He often
raises his eyebrow at me.
The down side, I often forget things I really need and then
have to make another trip to the store.
Usually it’s food, you know, so I can feed my children. When this happens I go to the grocery store,
then Darrol can’t make fun of me.
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