Doodoodoodooodoo...

At lunch today, I ventured out of my little corner of the world and into the twilight zone otherwise known as Walmart. As I picked up a dust mop, some floaties (not for me...I swim like a fish), some Comet, Clorox Wipes, and Scrubbing Bubbles...I was thinking about how when I got back to work, I was going to write about how outrageous expensively things are. But when I got to the register to checkout, I was so happy to give that girl my money just to get away from her...it's not even funny. I should have known because I had a foreshadowing feeling...I looked for a self-checkout. They don't have them.

Anyhoo, I walk up to the register and swear I've walked into another country. For the first minute, the language didn't register in my brain. Of course, the cashier wasn't talking to me anyway. She never did. She was much more engrossed in describing the torrid details of something that happened with her baby's daddy to the girl checking out people in another lane. She never said, "Hello." She never said "Your total is $25.86." She threw my change back at me and half of it landed on the floor. She didn't even count it back to me. She didn't say, "Thank you. Have a nice day." Nothing. I'd report her but she may lose her job...and I can't be responsible for her baby not having anything to eat. It's not his fault. Ugh. If this girl can work at Walmart, anybody can work at Walmart.

This is a very nice account of this experience.