I hate shopping

Sorry for the lack of posting. My days in Indiana are getting short and I will soon be heading home next week. Anyway back to the scheduled post:

Normally I save my shopping for off hours, where I’ll only have to deal with a bare minimum of morons. Not so today, oh no! I had officially run out of food, and although I hated to admit it, I needed to go to Walmart so I wouldn’t starve. To make matters worse, I hate shopping. Or rather, I hate when other people are shopping at the same time I am. While shopping at Walmart, after pushing and shoving and cursing my way over to the groceries, I was pleased to see that the shelves were almost wiped clean. Great! Gotta love Walmart!

I quickly gave up on the idea of looking at other things, and got into one of the mammoth lines. I stood in the back of the line. I looked at my watch. I continued to stand in the back of the line. The line did not move. The line continued to not move. I soon realized what was holding the line up. It’s the #1 thing that irks me while I’m shopping. There are dozens of people who would love to check out and go home; but it seems every once and a while someone has the bright idea to conversate with the cashier. Why? WHY?

I stood in that line for 30 minutes, afraid to lose my spot. If I had known it was going to take me 30 minutes to check out, I seriously would have contemplated ordering Papa Johns for the rest of the week. Once I got done paying for my groceries, I had to go past Ruth. Ruth is the receipt checker, she is located at every Walmart. If there is anything in your cart outside of a bag Ruth NEEDS to see your receipt. This makes for another long line to exit the store. It baffles me that people wait in line to LEAVE Walmart. So I personally gave little, mean, old Ruth heart palpitations: I walked right out.

As I said. I hate shopping. But I digress.