"Clean up at Register 4"

It is always something.

I am really convinced that I have a sign on my head which reads “Crazy Spoken Here” because if there is a strange situation to be had it always happens around me. And yes, I realize this is an incredibly narcissistic way of thinking but I don’t fucking care, it’s true.

Since today is Sunday and the Hubby is off from work I was able to leave the house, alone. And after this crazy week of Spring Break with all the kids home, I was in desperate need of some time by myself.

I headed out to our local Walmart Family Market with the intention of buying Colic Drops for the baby and wine for me. They really should have both items on the same damn shelf but that’s a post for another day. Of course they didn’t have the Colic Drops because my Walmart Family Market sucks so I grabbed wine and coffee and made my way to the register.

For the first time ever in Walmart history I had the chatty Cathy clerk… this lady was just talking, talking, talking. Now, I’m all for some normal pleasantries with strangers (especially because that is the only contact I usually have with adults all day) but this woman was really going for the gold star in random conversations. As she bags my wine and then proceeds to put it in my cart (when do people at Walmart ever do that?) the plastic bag proceeds to break and the wine bottle tumbles to the ground with a huge crash… wine and glass are now everywhere and I’m just standing there with a look of shock on my face. Then the voice comes over the store PA, “Clean up at Register 4” and I’m left as Cathy runs off to get me another bottle (when do people at Walmart do that?) and deal with the pissed off cleaning guy who has to mop up my broken liter of wine.

Hubby always tells me that the most random shit always happens to me and I’m starting to think he’s right.

No, I know he’s right, he’s absolutely 100% right.

At least I got my wine.

t is always something.

 

I am really convinced that I have a sign on my head which reads “Crazy Spoken Here” because if there is a strange situation to be had it always happens around me. And yes, I realize this is an incredibly narcissistic way of thinking but I don’t fucking care, it’s true.

 

Since today is Sunday and the Hubby is off from work I was able to leave the house, alone. And after this crazy week of Spring Break with all the kids home, I was in desperate need of some time by myself.

 

I headed out to our local Walmart Family Market with the intention of buying Colic Drops for the baby and wine for me. They really should have both items on the same damn shelf but that’s a post for another day. Of course they didn’t have the Colic Drops because my Walmart Family Market sucks so I grabbed wine and coffee and made my way to the register.

 

For the first time ever in Walmart history I had the chatty Cathy clerk… this lady was just talking, talking, talking. Now, I’m all for some normal pleasantries with strangers (especially because that is the only contact I usually have with adults all day) but this woman was really going for the gold star in random conversations. As she bags my wine and then proceeds to put it in my cart (when do people at Walmart ever do that?) the plastic bag proceeds to break and the wine bottle tumbles to the ground with a huge crash… wine and glass are now everywhere and I’m just standing there with a look of shock on my face. Then the voice comes over the store PA, “Clean up at Register 4” and I’m left as Cathy runs off to get me another bottle (when do people at Walmart do that?) and deal with the pissed off cleaning guy who has to mop up my broken liter of wine.

 

Hubby always tells me that the most random shit always happens to me and I’m starting to think he’s right.

 

No, I know he’s right, he’s absolutely 100% right.

 

At least I got my wine.

 

 

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