Don’t you just love shopping at Wally World, yep me too that is the main reason I stay right here when Cindy goes, but yesterday she informed me that it was not going to be that easy for me this time around.
Going into the front door you always have the door greeter who is either overly friendly, “HELLO Welcome to Wally World, I sure hope your day is going so well that you can’t stand it, here let me stick a smiley face sticker on you” or the one who is there but would rather be anywhere else, “Welcome to Wally World, here’s your *$#% Basket” yesterday we got neither, just a glare and a mumble, I think he said “Welcome to Wally World” it was either that or a vulgar term that I don’t want to repeat.
You know how it is once you grab a basket, it will cost a minimum of one hundred bucks to get out the door, Cindy’s Dad asked if we would pick him up a roll of snuff while we were there, no problem adding one item to the basket..Right? There is only one register where you can pick up tobacco, this is a twenty items or less line, so with a hundred dollars or more in the basket we can’t check out here, and they wont allow you to carry the tobacco away to another register because you have to pay for it right there, so this leaves us going through the line twice at two different registers.
Rather than stand in line with a hundred dollars worth of goodies that they wont check out because there are more than twenty items, I chose to stand back and wait for Cindy, while waiting I am leaning on the basket next to a few TV’s that were for sale in the middle of the aisle, a woman comes up behind me and is looking over my shoulder, she just stands there for a while talking to her kids so I figured she was waiting for someone in line too, next thing I know she throws her hands into the air and starts yelling, “Come on kids, I’m not standing here no longer, we will find another line because this man hasn’t moved in fifteen minutes”, she storms off and gets in line at the register.
When it came time to check out I pushed our loaded down cart up to the registers, I picked one that would allow more than twenty items, one where no one was just lingering, and also one that actually had a person ringing up the items, the self checkout lanes I avoid due to thinking that if I am going to be checking items out at Wally World then I should be on the payroll, we went over the hundred dollar limit so it was legal for us to leave the store.
On our way out I kept looking for the lady who stood behind me while I was waiting for Cindy, I really expected to see her sitting behind a parked car waiting for it to move, If it took her that long to realize she was standing in the wrong line, or actually not in one at all, I can just imagine the trouble she had getting out of the parking lot.
Don't you just hate getting into the wrong line?