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????
14 comments:
I could so imagine that happening... I know that guy was laughing about you in his coffee break ;0)
At least he said "Miss" instead of "Ma'am". Or what I always get, "old bat". ;)
I am so with you! Only go when I have to and then buy enough to last till the next excursion. I am so glad I am not the only one that loses the car. Misry loves company I guess : )
Hahaha! I've done the exact same thing. One time I couldn't find my car and started to get really concerned that it had been stolen, then I remembered I had borrowed my husband's truck!
I think you should market the 'parking plunger', LOL!
Sunny :)
I think this even happens to young people. Those walmart parking lots are huge! Someone once told me to hit your car alarm button, if all else fails. But the plunger on the roof may work better...ha!
Two over loaded buggies? Yes, dear, I think you look that crazy!
A plunger is an excellent idea!
LOL! Just what I needed to read to put a smile on my face today.
Sandy
When I read this I thanked God I wasn't alone. I also hate to shop for household things and send my husband if I can. He is on to me..but...hey..it's better than calling him on my cell, (if I don't forget it) and telling him I've lost HIS car.
What a cute story! I loved it and that I could so relate to it!
Hugs,
Mona
Sister, I was born without that shoppin' gene too. I go twice a month to stock up and longer when I can.
Do you remember what color it is...heeehehehe! Our present car has a horn beepin' light blinkin' button but one Christmas season right after we had traded cars I went to the big city mall. I put a big old gaudy Christmas bow on the antenna so I could spot it easily in the parking lot. I totally embarrassed my teen children. They got over it and I easily found my car.
God bless ya girl and have a beautiful day!!!!
A friend once had a very red face. Yes, he lost his car in a very large center - but finally found it, unlocked the door and as he sat down realized this was NOT HIS CAR! Yes, the key worked - but his car was three places over. He carefully got out, locked the door and quietly drove away in his own car. Can you imagine the fuss there could have been?
The Boss also forgets where the car is parked when going to the supermarket.
Over here Walmart is called ASDA but we have loads of other supermarkets, Tesco being the biggest :-)
This is why we drive a big honking 1 1/2 ton truck - so it sticks out like a sore thumb in the parking lot. We NEVER lose that sucker! Although the plunger on top sounds like an EXCELLENT idea! 'Course you wouldn't want it to be known that you drive the "shit mobile", either!
I truly dread the trip to Walmart for groceries and stock up too. I try to make it a once a month deal but it usually winds up to be two! I love love love the plunger idea :)
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