Oh, Walmart---Sigh...

I left the broken Halloween lights in my car per Nicole's advice. Added the Bumbo tray that Rach didn't want. Loaded up and headed to Wally world to trade the plunder for part of a paper shredder. I was sure I would be in and out quickly. I was prepared.

Forty-five minutes later, the line finally creeped past the restrooms, the optical shop, and the hair salon to reach the customer service desk. One elderly ( much older than me) lady was plodding through the returners. After each transaction she would s-l-o-w-l-y amble to the back room with the abandoned merchandise, eventually return to the line, do some cash-register tapping, and then nod to the next victim. Three of the people in line just wanted to cash their pay checks. I think they were ready to go to those check cashing shark places that take a cut.

Of course, there were people in motorized carts, an elderly couple sharing the wife's walker, and a mom with three restless toddlers. It was quite the que. I nearly went postal. I tried not to be snippy, but the snotty bitch just bubbled up. I was ready to throttle the clerk by the time I slogged through the mess. Luckily, Rickster called just as I was about to begin my tirade. He talked me off the ledge of crankiness and spared the Walmart worker for another day. When will I learn not to go there? Let's hope the paper shredder works and doesn't need to be returned. I swear I'll just dump it in the trash and go to Target next time.