low prices. low expectations.

I have a funny story to share with you from my Wal-Mart escapade yesterday. I had been planning to make my big grocery trip for the next several days, including Thanksgiving, on Friday {yesterday} all week long. Even though it was raining, I was determined to go and get it over with because honestly grocery shopping isn't my favorite thing to do. And, who really enjoys going to Wal-Mart? So, I set out on Friday morning to get it done. All the shopping itself went fine, and my cart was loaded down. I probably couldn't have fit much more in it, and I definitely couldn't have pushed it with much more in it. So, I headed to the check-out lines. I was pleasantly surprised that there wasn't a long line and began unloading my stuff.

This is where the fun begins. I had picked up a few things for church, so I was paying for those things separately. When the lady checking me out saw that I had those few things separate, she asked why. So, I just told her that it was for church, and I had to keep it separate so I could be reimbursed. She proceeds to say, "I don't mean to be rude, but aren't you supposed to give to church?" Wow. I decided to be polite, although there were many snappy things going through my head. So, I just said something about that being a good question and brushed it off.

Bad start to my experience with this check-out lady. So, she notices I am pregnant and asks me if it is a boy or girl. So, I tell her it's a girl, and she says, "oh, it will look like you." {How would she know anyway?!?} I say, "Yeah, my husband always says he hopes so too." She says, "HUSBAND?!?!?!?!?" in her most flabbergasted voice. Trying not to be offended, I say yes. She says you look too young to have a husband. Thanks, but by now, I am getting a little exhausted by her comments. She continues for a few minutes about how horrible the last month of pregnancy is. Again, thanks.

As if that isn't bad enough, she takes a look at all the stuff I am getting and says, "I can tell you are pregnant." Okay. Now she's done it. I mean, seriously?!? Who says that? So, again, I try to maintain my composure {what little is left of it} and say something about it actually not being just for me...

Finally, I am free. Or at least that is what I think. I go outside to pouring down rain. Great. I have an umbrella, but what good does that do you when you are trying to unload an entire cart full of groceries. I toss the umbrella into the trunk and start furiously throwing bags into the trunk, trying desperately not to crush the bread or eggs with the milk. The 40-something year old cart guy comes up, and I think, "oh, he's going to be a gentleman and help me, the 9 month pregnant lady, with my cartload of groceries." Nope. He just stands there waiting for my cart, but apparently I am taking too long. So, he just goes in! That's right, he leaves me there to get soaking wet because I was taking too long!

I finally finished, got into the car looking like a drowned rat, and couldn't help but laugh. Oh Wal-Mart, what would I do without you? I guess you get what you pay for :)