Breakfast: green tea, Kefir smoothie
Mid-afternoon snack: grapes
Lunch: green tea, turkey chili, and an orange
Let me start out by saying that my husband is very forgetful. Very forgetful. I'm talking multiple times a week we search our house, cars, and frequently public places to find either his wallet, keys, or phone. I'm not making fun.. Just stating the facts. It happens, I've gotten used to it. We always find what he's misplaced, and all is right in the Rogers household again. It's strange that things are never permanently lost, but I'm not one to complain about good fortune. Today is no different than one such day. My lovable, sweet, adorable husband left his wallet in Walmart... At 8 AM this morning. And he didn't realize it was gone... Until 5 PM this evening. (This also happens frequently... The not noticing something's missing until the next time you go to use it, which is often many many hours later.) Anyways, he had to go to work so I was left to search the house. It wasn't found and he couldn't find it once he researched his truck at work. So he asked me to call Walmart. I called and after being put on hold for several minutes, they fortunately (thanks God!) told me that they had it and it could be picked up at the Customer Service desk. This was said after I informed the woman I was his wife(this is important later). So I changed out of my pajamas and made the trek to our local neighborhood Wally World. I waited in line for about five minutes at the customer service desk, only to be told that only he could pick it up since it's his wallet.
Here's the thing. I completely understand that that's their company policy. And I actually think it's a GREAT policy to have. But it really made me angry for one HUGE reason: They could have told me that on the stinkin' phone. I told her that I was his wife and that I was coming by to pick it up on the phone. She knew it was me! Why not mention that little tidbit of information before I waste my time going over there? And what made it even worse is that try as I might.. I couldn't think of a darn thing we needed from Walmart to even make the trip seem semi-worth it!
Oh, I was basically fuming when I left the counter. In fact, I got a little teary-eyed (I hate that that's a symptom of my anger).
Anyways, I'm home now and I'm (slightly) over it.
Which leads me to this...
This is my one hundredth blog post, wooo hoooo!! I'm not quite sure how to celebrate this appropriately. I thought about throwing a party, but that just seems a little too extreme. And yet just mentioning it seems a little too weak. So here's what I've decided to do... I want to see how many of you are actually reading. I'm going to have a contest. There will be a prize. Not sure exactly what this prize will be yet, but it will be good!
So to enter, leave me a comment (either on here or on FB) describing your worst Walmart experience. I will accept comments until 8 PM tomorrow (around the time when I usually try to update the blog). At this time I will put all commenters' names into a drawing for the prize. The winner and their prize will be announced on the following blog (which will be on Thursday, March 10th).
Happy commenting! I look forward to hearing your stories!
And thanks for making these 100 posts fun and worthwhile to write!