Sunday, December 20, 2009

Bullying Incident



This is a true story. I swear it is. I wouldn’t kid around about something like this. I went shopping at Wal-Mart today. I was standing near the end of one aisle and was looking at something, when out of nowhere I heard this big loud thunderbolt sound. It sounded exactly like a huge gas leak or blowout, explosion or how about fart. At that moment a lady pushing a cart with a little girl in the kiddy seat came around the corner. The lady says, "Say "excuse me". And the little girl in her little squeaky voice said, "cuse me". She couldn’t fool me, I know that big honking sound did not come out of that little girl. How could she blame it on an innocent child, I would never do such a thing. No, I would never have thought of it.

I had another experience while there. I was about to ask a clerk where the crackers were and the clerk was my Grandson, AJ. That is not what I my experience was; I just thought I’d throw that in.
When I checked out and she was adding it all up on their handy dandy computerized adding machine, I realized I had taken my wallet out of my purse and forgot to put it back in. Yes, I forgot. My middle name should be ‘Forgot’ Retha Forgot Lemaster. Now spell check says my first name should be spelled "Retch". Well, I prefer Retha. I never use my first name except when I go to the doctor or fill out important papers.
Back to the missing wallet. I had my checkbook and thought I had saved the day, I would just write a check instead of using the ATM card. Guess what!! She wanted ID and it was in the missing wallet. I am also breaking the law by driving without a driver’s license with me. I showed her insurance cards and medical cards and handicapped card info and it didn’t help. She called in a supervisor and I told her that I have a grandson that works here. "Did that work"? You ask. No, they didn’t seem to give a fig if I had a grandson that worked there. I’ll never mention that again.
They said that if I would go get the ID card they would save my stuff until I returned. Wasn’t that big of them? So I had to come all the way home and pick up the stupid wallet and go back out there. If it weren’t for Wal-Mart I’d have no blog material at all.

When I haven’t blogged for a few days you will know I haven’t been to Wal-Mart. The Big Bullies.

I know one thing. The next 80 years is going to be a lot harder than the past 80 years was.