Sunday we were dressed and ready for church and Hadley had a melt down. J and I decided we weren't going to drop her at the nursery for an hour and a half to scream. So we put on play clothes and went to fancy walmart.
(different that regular walmart- the new(er) Plano walmart has wood floors and is "fancy")
We had shopped and got more that we needed.
I NEEDED these. No, I did! REALLY!
In the check out line the conveyor belt is full. J is at the end putting bags in the cart and I am speed reading the trash magazines J wont let me buy (because "they are filthy and I should be embarrassed I read them") Hadley is juggling a flashlight bigger than her and two lint rollers-
apple didn't fall far... from her Daddy... duh.
I see this facial hair removal thing that looks like mini sand paper and GUARANTEES less facial hair forever, and the box wouldn't lie! So I toss it on the conveyor.
Worker scans it....
scan again...
I tell him it was $3.88.
scan again...
worker looking around...
Jared is dying laughing because we both know whats coming...
"Hairy Lady on Register 5 Needs a Price Check on Moustache Remover. Mustache remover price check on register 5"
I start panicking IT'S THREE EIGHT EIGHT ITS THREE EIGHT EIGHT! FORGET IT! I DON'T NEED (let's be serious-WANT) it!!!
Luckily he has pitty on me the now sweaty moustache lady wrestling large flash lights and multiple lint rollers away from a toddler while a embarrassed out of breath from laughter husband watches from a safe distance.
This will be the last thing I throw on the conveyer at Walmart, besides a trashy magazine.
1 comment:
That is great! I felt the same way when I bought my gimp mask...
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