So today I got to make a trip to Walmart (or as people in Texas call it The Walmart). It's been a slow month for us so I am trying to watch what I spend. Let's just say I've been using Ben's deoderant for the last 10 days (which by the way does nothing to stop my sweating like a man, but that's a whole other topic). I was really excited about my purchase but not so excited about the process. I have issues with Walmart. Not just with the people that work there, but with the people that shop there. This may come as a shock to some, but I can be somewhat judgemental at times. It's not that I think I am better than Walmart folks, but rather I don't feel as though I have a lot in common with them. I "speak English", and "take a shower every day", and live in a "house" not a "trailer". But there I was, three kids and all, making my way to the hygiene aisle giving everyone my best sympathetic smile as I went. I am especially nice to the greeter. As I pull my powder fresh scent Secret off the shelf I feel a warm hand on my back. It was a lady in her 40's, nicely dressed, trying to pass me. After all, we did have the cart with the double seat attachment on the front, because that's half the fun of going to Walmart- trying to maneuver that thing through the store. Anyway, as she passed she gave me a little pat and a smile- the same smile as I just got through giving Hamid the greeter! I realized in that moment that I was to her what everyone else there is to me. I'm sure she thought "poor single mother of three. She must of gotten pregnant in high school. And she is probably on WIC." I know what she is thinking because I think the same thoughts. I wanted to tell her that my husband is a dentist and we're just having a slow month, but I didn't. Instead I took some time to reflect. I really need to try a little harder to be a little less judgemental. I'm sure the lady wearing the gauchos with tennis shoes and a football jersey with 40 barrettes in her hair is just having a slow month too! God bless The Walmart!!!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
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I dont think I have ever laughed so hard in my entire life. Probably because WE HAVE ALL BEEN THERE and it's hilarious to think of what we are willing to do to save a little dough. (Can someone say cut a tree down?)
In Kentucky they call it The Wallmark.
We don't even have a "the Walmart" in Santa Cruz. We have to share our only Target with all the people that should be shopping at Walmart. I especially hate it when all the ladies wearing gauchos with tennis shoes and 40 barrettes bring their whole 7-generational families and walk in a row across the entire main aisle, and don't move out of the way for anyone. I usually complain about that the whole way home.
I could seriously picture everything you wrote about so vividly. Very funny.
You CRACK me up! I go to WalMart even when we aren't have a slow month just to save a little dough. I have to agree with you though about the people that shop there, it seems a nation-wide trend. And I am SOO excited I get to peep in on your life now! Welcome to blogging.
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