I hate Wal Mart

If you are not in the mood for negativity, please skip this post.

I am limiting myself to 5 minutes. So, wherever I am in this after 5 minutes, that will be the end of it and then I can have....closure on the worst trip to Wal Mart ever.

Why, in the name of all that is just and right, are there 700 different kinds of oil filters? Why do they not put the car's name on the boxes? Why does the little computer that tells you what kind of oil filter you need turn itself off after 6 seconds? Does Wal Mart think it is fun for the consumer to go back through 67 questions just to get the 4 digit code to the correct oil filter box? Maybe so. Emma did not think it was fun. Neither did her mommy.

Why is Slick 50 not by auto oils? Mark puts Slick 50 in the car when he changes the oil, so in my mind, I'm thinking they will be near each other. No. Slick 50 is an automobile chemical and as such will be found by the automobile chemical sign. Okay.

Why are the insulated lunch boxes in the camping section? Why did Sharon in girls' clothing tell me they were in housewares. And why, upon my looking for housewares, did I find no such think as housewares, but instead home fashions? Seriously? A towel is a home fashion? And laundry basket is a home fashion? WHAT EVERRRR.

Why did Emma feel so strongly she needed some new toys? Some new toys? Here is where we had a serious Come to Jesus moment in Wal Mart. No child in our vacinity wanted a new toy after I was finished.

I did, however, pick up a $2.00 paperback book for emergent readers for Emma since we'll start learning to read soon. She thought "soon" meant, right now. And this would be the answer to my question: "Why does my daughter want me to teach her to read Biscuit's Day at the Farm right this very minute?"

Why is Wal Mart so cotton-pickin big?

Why is Wal Mart still out of 1/2 the fresh vegetables?

Emma concluded, "Mommy, I think you need a little rest when we get home for all this hard work."

And at this I had to say, "Baby, I'm sorry this has been the worst trip to Wal Mart ever."

She did get a donut (courtesy of Wal Mart - mommy forgot to tell Darlene at register 19 that Emma had a donut while Mommy's blood pressure went through the roof at good 'ol Wally. Oops.) and a candy bracelet for her trouble.

Time's up.