Visit A Tidings Of Magpies, she combines words and art in such charming combinations, it is impossible not to enjoy.
Her recent post, Beautiful Dreamer, pointing out that small things are the important things, caused my sick mind to jump to a WalMart story. The cause for that was the question, "Do you remember where you parked your car?"
I put off my Walmart trips until I am out of every thing. I am not a shopper and I always delay until I must go. This was one of those times. My husband tries any excuse he can to avoid these trips with me. I think he may be a little embarrassed by the amount I buy. He doesn't know that the more I buy, the longer it will be until my next required trip. There is a method to my madness.
I can pack a buggy, or shopping cart for those who don't speak Southern, so closely and so precisely, the checkers can never get it into one buggy after it is checked. If they would just let me pack it...back to my story.
I am pushing two buggies out the door, now one is hard enough, but two?! I reach the sidewalk and am standing there wondering where in the hell I parked my car. I am NOT pushing two buggies up and down rows looking for my car. I have tried all the tricks, checking the number on the row I park, I forget it by the time I come out. I line my car up with a letter in the big WALMART on the side of the building, you would think I would remember a letter, right? Not me. I think I am going to decorate a commode plunger in bright colors with a flag and stick it to my roof next time I park my car.
Anyway, as I am standing there with my two bulging, running over buggies of stuff, a kind Walmart gentleman steps up to inquire if he may help me. I said, No thank you, I am trying to remember where I parked my car.
He smiles and slowly says, "Miss, do you remember what color it is?"
Do I really look THAT crazy????