Walmart craziness

Lauren and I took a quick trip to Walmart this afternoon to grab a couple of groceries.  I may or may not have bribed her to get in the cart with a snack! :)

While I was driving around the parking lot, looking for spots, I was totally faked out by one of those electric shopping cart things that someone had left in a parking space!!  So I had to act quick and whip into the parking space next to it!  As I'm getting Lauren unbuckled from her seatbelt, this woman pulls her equally-huge-as-mine SUV into that parking space with the wheelchair cart (what are those things called anyway??)  She ends up parking sort of diagonally and all caddy-wompus and I could tell this would not go well when I tried to back out.

So I grabbed Lauren's hand and walked over to her passenger window.  She rolls it down and looks at me all rude.  I said, "hi ma'am, that is my car next to yours and I just wanted to let you know that there is no way that I will be able to open my door when we leave without hitting your car." And I smile politely.

 Hint, Hint.

I wanted to say, "so, move your car, dummy.  Why did you try to park there anyway??" 

But I didn't. 

Because I am nice like that. :)

And 'cause my mama taught me better. 

(and she occasionally reads my blog)

The woman looks at me even ruder (is that a word?) and says, "ok."

Then she proceeds to start texting on her phone. 

At this point, I have no clue whether or not she plans to move her large SUV from that parking space rightnext to me or not. 

As I'm walking in the store, I think "lady, it won't be my fault if I hit your door." 

I know.

Real Christian.

Anyways, Lauren and I get our shop on and make it to the check out lane in record time.  Of course there is a long line. 

That is mostly because there are 359 checkout lanes in Walmart, but there are only 6 lanes open everytime I'm there.  Do you have this problem as well?

While we are waiting, a lady gets in line behind us.  I am busy persuing the gossip magazines, trying to read about Brangelina and that girl from the Bachelorette (I didn't watch it, so I'm totally lost) and also skimming the articles on how to look 10 years younger and lose 173 pounds in one week. :)

All of a sudden, I hear someone singing "Abra, Abra Cadabbra... I wanna reach out and grab ya"  And then humming along to the rest of the song.

Seriously?!

I sort of peek at the woman behind me out of the side of my eye to see if she is loony. 

It is possible. 

So I quickly plunk my groceries and coupons down and hightail it out of there. 

I mean, I have Lauren to protect here, people!

I forget how much craziness you can run into at Walmart.