Cocaine Princess here.
I was emotionally drained. How is it not possible to have some type of breakdown here? I blame the day on my hormonal craving. I should have just walked away and waited in the car but I didn’t.
Allow me to explain:
I am continually shocked at the behavior of people these days. I wrote a post about people who spit out their gum, this week it’s rude people who shop. Let’s rewind back to last weekend and let me start off by saying that I love my sister, truly I do but there are times I'm left scratching my head wondering how we’re related based on her actions. Last Sunday was one of those beautiful summer afternoons in July. Sister and I were coming back from the city when all of a sudden I was attacked by a hormonal hunger craving. If you’re female or have a wife or girlfriend then of course you know what I’m talking about. Hormonal hunger cravings come out of nowhere. They will attack you left, right and center. It doesn’t care where you are or what you’re doing. There have been times when I have ripped off the refrigerator door and destroyed every cupboard and pantry in the house when my hormonal cravings strike! Anyways, as we were driving back home I had this overwhelming craving for Chicken McNuggets. Approaching the off ramp sister noticed those famous Golden Arches. I could almost hear my cravings rejoice until that is I realized the Golden Arches were inside Wal-Mart. I despise this place for the following reasons:
Problem #1: The Damn Parking Lot
As with most places you pull into incoming traffic does not stop as was the case pulling into Wal-Mart and in case someone didn’t know there was a great big white sign with the words “Incoming Traffic Does Not Stop” written in black. I guess no one bothered to take the sign seriously because there was a lengthy line of cars waiting along curbside with the indicator light flickering blocking the incoming traffic. I honked twice in hopes the car in front of me would move a couple of meters so I could drive past him. What happened instead? The driver switched the indicator light off and then his engine. I had no choice but to carefully maneuver and weave my way in and out of the cars all while making sure I didn’t run anyone down as customers were entering and exiting the store blindly without a care in the world. It was clear these customers were either under the assumption they owned the road or because they lacked the simple common sense of looking both ways before crossing the street. While looking for a parking space, out of nowhere this individual wearing blue flannel pants with flip flops darted out in-between two cars paying no attention to traffic whatsoever and was carrying a bag of dog food. I couldn’t get past his attire.
ME: Who wears their pajamas shopping?
SISTER: They’re sweat pants, darling.
After managing to find a fairly reasonable parking spot, sister and I made our way inside and as we did what I feared most of all happened. Sister grabbed a cart from the corral. “Oh my God,” I groaned. “I just need to pick up a few things she said while spraying the cart's bar handle with sanitizer. I questioned why she needed the cart? “You specifically said the word couple. Last time I checked the world “couple” means two. So if what you’re saying is true that you need to pick up a couple of things you don’t really need a cart, right? I asked. “As long as we’re here I may as well pick up a couple of things for the house,” she replied. Again with that word “couple.” I reminded sister we had a housekeeper who gets paid. “Let her pick up the things.” “By the time you’re done eating your nuggets, I’ll be finished shopping,” she replied back. Oh, but if only that true.
Problem #2: Inside The Store: Pt. 1
Those of you who have shopped here are familiar with the Greeters-- You know those employees in the blue vests whose sole job is to greet customers upon entering and answer any questions they may or may not have. It doesn’t seem like a hard job. Although one has to wonder what exactly the requirements are aside from a high school diploma? I could be wrong but I’m quite sure one requirement would be a friendly attitude. He was leaning against an ATM and I don’t know why unless he was guarding it for some unknown reason but what got to me most was he didn’t say hello. He just stood there. I asked sister why he didn’t greet us:
SISTER: Maybe he didn't see us.
Sister’s phone rang. As she chatted I decided to take on the role of undercover investigator by spending a few minutes observing the greeter and his interaction with the customers entering or should I say lack of interaction? Customers kept on entering and this so called greeter failed in my opinion to live up to his job by saying a simple hello. Perhaps at this particular Wal-Mart customers were required to say hello in order for the greeter to speak? I suppose I could have initiated the conversation upon entering but why? If he’s being paid to greet shouldn’t he be greeting? The young male couldn’t have been more than 17-18 years old, part time student I presumed. Maybe his vocabulary was limited and any word that sounded like a salutation was not included. Customers continued to pile into the store almost nonstop. The greeter didn’t say a word, hell there wasn’t even a head nod! When sister finished up talking to whomever was on the phone she inquired what I was doing. I explained.
SISTER: Why do you care whether he says hello or not? It’s not your problem.
I begged to differ and suggested she take a look at his employee name tag. Underneath his name were several of those yellow smiley face circles.
SISTER: Why are you so concerned about this?
Before I had a chance to answer guess who decided to re-enter the store? The guy in the flannel pants and by the way I was correct— they were indeed pj's and not sweats. With it he wore a white cotton shirt. The buttons were done up wrong giving the shirt a whole lop-sided look. Seriously, what was this guy thinking– wearing pj's to shop?! Did he think no one would notice by pairing it with a cotton shirt? Needless to say I was horrified. Don’t get me wrong, I never judge anyone on their appearance. We all have our style but wearing PJ'S while shopping???!!! I’m sorry but that is definitely a no-no. I turned to sister:
ME: Who wears pj's out in public? How long does it take to put on a pair of proper pants? I’ll tell you how long-- the same amount of time it probably takes to put on pj's.
SISTER: Do me a favor–- quit playing Fashion Police and go eat your McNuggets. Text me when you’re done.
To Be Continued.....
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The Olympics officially kicked off last Friday. What did you think of the Opening Ceremonies? The highlight for me was watching David Beckham cruising on a boat with the torch down the River Thames and how funny was Mr. Bean during "The Chariots of Fire" skit! As of now the USA is leading with a total of 37 medals. Meanwhile, Canada has a total of 7.
I read this on twitter today & I totally love it:
"Chad le Clos was 12 when he saw his hero, Michael Phelps (aged 19) in Athens. 8 years later, Chad beat Phelps. Tell a 12-year-old to dream."
So inspiring.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Up here it's the Long Holiday Weekend.
Whatever your plans are have a brilliant 1st weekend of August. ~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
