There are very few things in life that I can actually say I hate. Possibly only even a handful. As much as they freak me out, I don't hate fireworks. I don't hate people who walk slowly in front of me, or go up the stairs on the wrong side. I don't even hate people who get 'your' and 'you're' mixed up. I do, however, and especially after tonight, HATE Wal-mart.

Unfortunately, like a few of you, I have had the opportunity on many occasions to spend my hard earned money at Wal-Mart. I'm poor, and it's conveniently located close to home. Also, it's just down the road from work, so we buy our groceries there. Yes, it's depressing that I can tell most people where to find something in the grocery part of any Wal-Mart. Anyway, allow me to recount this evening's experience.

For those of you who don't know, we have a baby, and she poops. A lot. Tonight, I have to work a grave (hence the posting this blog at the time I'm posting it) and so I thought I would swing by good old Wal-Mart and buy me some snacky-snacks and baby some diapers. You know, to help combat the poop situation. Or, at least to have her be less than naked. I had to be to work at 11:00, so I left home at around 10:45 to run to the store and still be at work in plenty of time. Remember, I know my way around the store, so, I was standing in the "Express" lane at 10:55. It takes literally dozens of seconds to drive to work from there, so I thought I was sitting pretty. Then, for whatever reason, they closed the lane I was standing in. And two other "Express" lanes, leaving only one still running.

A side note: for whatever reason, the North Logan Wal-Mart is the only one in the history of the universe that doesn't have a self checkout. Normally, I'm against checking and bagging my own groceries, but there are some cases where it would be nice. Just pointing out that it was not even an option in this case.

Anyway, the one checker who was left is the kind of guy who gives the kids I work with hope, because he proves that anyone can get a job. And I mean anyone. He's a really nice guy, but a little on the slow side. A few fries short of a happy meal. Not exactly the brightest crayon in the box. I guess I'm trying to say that he works the late night/grave shift at Wal-Mart for a reason. So, he was going at his normal turtle pace, and it got to be 11:05 or so. There was only one lady in front of me. She was buying normal grocery things, yogurt, a case of Pepsi, hamburger buns, eggs, etc. When high speed got to her eggs, he couldn't find a bar code. So, he asked her if she knew what they cost. Somehow, between the two of them, they decided that 18 eggs cost $3.00. When she went to pay, she used her food stamp card (which I have no problem with) and the total was about 23 cents over what she had. So, she told him to take off the Pepsi so she could go. He tried, I guess, and pushed about a brazillion buttons. This caused the register to freeze and his supervisor had to come over. In a very nice way, she told him that his guess on the price of eggs was wrong, and that he shouldn't just guess prices. Oh, and that he had to rescan everything. And that, Chris and Blake, is why I don't need a concealed weapons permit. While waiting in line I had multiple visions of going on a rampage and mowing down people. Again, as long as I don't act on those, I should be okay, right?

So, baby has diapers, but they are in the car here at work with me. She should survive the night. I got some snacks, and was only in line for 20 minutes before I got out of there. Boy, do I hate that place...