Lifes Little Annoyances
I am not like a great number of husbands, boyfriends or significant others in this world. Although I am a typical man who likes to go to a store, find what he came for, and pay for it and leave, I still go to Wal Mart with my wife for groceries and other necessities.
Wal Mart has to be at the top of my list for pet peeves or “life’s little annoyances” A typical shopping trip goes as follows; My wife and I have been in the store now for what seems like an eternity (about 45 minutes in man time) and I can’t seem to get her to keep up with me. She keeps stopping and looking at things that are not on the list. I keep telling her that there is no reason to make a list if you are going to ad lib. She gives me that look and I see right away that this cannot possibly end well for me so I shut up!
Finally we are done (hallelujah and praise Jesus) and are heading to the checkout. Getting to the checkout is not usually very hard to do because the line usually comes to meet you! The trick is not choosing the shortest one but the one that is moving the fastest. Now I don’t know about most of you guys reading this but just when we get to the conveyor belt to put our groceries on and check out this is when MY wife decides to go back over the list one more time or remembers something that wasn’t there in the first place. Instead of this happening when the line was back in sporting goods, now I have to run real quick and get it before we get through checking out! Now comes the fun part; it’s never ever something I know exactly where it is! I think this may be her pay backs for me using the treadmill as my clothes hanger.
I tell you this story to get to my “life’s little annoyance” with Wal Mart! After I get back from aisle 34 with whatever it is that my wife has remembered and while I am trying to figure out where all of the oxygen in the store has gone, I take a good look around. What I see is about half of the population of our fair city of 70 thousand (the other 35 thousand are at the Wal Mart across town). All of whom are lined up in five lines. Five lines! Here is a store that America spends almost half of their available income in every year and they can only afford to pay five checkers? I look around again and see that there are 36 checkout stations each with a cash register which tells me either someone anticipated using them or made a huge merchandising blunder. Just look at all of that merchandising space wasted with checkout stations!
After checking out I push our cart out the door all the while mumbling about never coming back. You do know about never saying never, don’t you?