Why I Shop at Midnight (of course)

I had one of the worst shopping experiences of my life a couple of days ago. It confirmed the reason why I prefer to shop at midnight without my kids or distractions. We desperately needed TP after Lila and her friends flushed my last 2 rolls down the toilet in one day. Everyone knows you can’t go to Walmart for one thing, so I filled my cart with the mandatory $70 worth of items and went to check out. After waiting in line for 30 minutes and (of course) after the checker had finished scanning the last item in my cart, I realized I didn’t have my wallet. I remembered there was a checkbook in the truck and I begged the checker to let me pay with a check without ID. She told me she would accept the check as long as the check didn’t say it required ID on the front. So I packed the girls back into the cart. Lila screamed at the top of her lungs because she couldn’t take her new Lip Smackers lip gloss with her. I ran out to the truck as fast as I could since everyone was waiting, grabbed the checkbook and ran back into the store. The checker ran my check and (of course) the computer stopped the check saying that it required ID. So I had no choice but to go home and get my wallet. The checker told me she would save my order on a receipt she printed and all I would have to do is pay when I got back. I fought the scream fest from Lila when she had to put the Lip Smacker back into the bag…again. I hurried home, grabbed my wallet and went right back to the store. I’m sure the greeter gave me a double take as a rushed past him for the 3rd time in an hour or so. Everyone shot me dirty looks as I cut in line to pay for the full cart still sitting next to the checker. When she scanned the receipt, the computer stated (of course) that the order had been deleted. The checker looked at me with sad little eyes and said we would have to start over again. By this point, I’m positive sweat was pouring down my face and my hair was sticking straight up on top of my head. Then (of course) the checker told me that I had to get back in line because I couldn’t cut in front of all those people still giving me dirty looks. I almost curled up into a ball on the floor. But I didn’t and I went to the back of the line. 35 minutes later, I was the proud owner of toilet paper. I used it to wipe my tears away :) But I’ll never forget my wallet again!

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