Saturday, I made the weekly trip to "The Walmart". I am to the point that I really don't like Wal-Mart. It is big, crowded and, really, not that much cheaper than the other grocery stores in town. It does have an Optometry Center, though and that is where I needed to go. Yet again, I needed to straighten out the badly shaped frames resting precariously on Aaron's nose. Being Walmart, it was open. So, in I went.
Like all Walmart shoppers, I found myself thinking that I might as well get the week's groceries and not make two trips somewhere. Yep, I was falling right into the dark and dangerous schemes of Walmart's Top Brass. Get 'em in and they can't leave for under 100 bucks!
Aaron and I shopped, and then went to the check out line. Amazingly, there was only one solitary man checking out in front of us. I unpacked my cart and began browsing the magazine rack. After about half of some cheesy entertainment magazine, I felt a tug at my shirt and heard Aaron ask why the man in front of us had taken our milk. As it happens, when Aaron talks, I usually don't believe him. This is one of those sad consequences of a boy who continuously tries to get out of trouble, but as I scanned the conveyor belt I saw no milk.
"What did you do with the milk?" I questioned Aaron. Indignately, he looked at me, mouth gaping and pointed to the man wheeling his cart toward the exit.
I grasped what Aaron was saying about the same time that the clerk did, and she turned and caught the man and tried to explain the mistake. "No, he said. I bought milk, too." She turned and looked helplessly at me and stated that this man obsconding with my milk had told her it was his. But, where was my milk that I had put on the conveyor belt? I told her my milk color and make. I looked in my empty cart to just be sure milk wasn't hiding there.
Sure enough the milk in his cart was the brand and color I usually buy, sure enough my milk (that I can visualize getting out of the case at the back of Walmart) was also not there. The man just stood there and shook his head at us like we were all idiots. And out the door went my milk.
The clerk did go get me more milk, but I have to wonder if that man really knew what was going on, or if he was a MILK NABBER!
1 comment:
Good Grief! The clerk should have demanded to see his checkout ticket to verify he had actually bought milk...which he had not!
I don't like Walmart either!
Grandma Stevens
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