This past weekend I grabbed my car keys and my purse, kissed my husband goodbye and said �I�m running to Walmart to pick up a few things. I won�t be gone long.� The look on his face said it...
This past weekend I grabbed my car keys and my purse, kissed my husband goodbye and said �I�m running to Walmart to pick up a few things. I won�t be gone long.� The look on his face said it all, he knows what happens when I shop. After all, he�s been there, he�s made the dreaded trip to the store with me many times.
When I finally arrived back home 2 1/2 hours later, his eyes said �I told you so� and his lips jokingly said, �your face looks familiar�.� So I tried to explain why my trip was, well, like all of my trips.
I wanted to buy new toothbrushes for us, but I couldn�t decide if we needed the ones with the tongue and cheek cleaner or the ones with flexing sides that can improve your oral health in 2 weeks, or possibly the ones that remove�up to 99% of plaque in hard-to-reach areas or the ones with cross action�bristles that promise to do everything.
Then I had to check the clearance aisle because I always check the clearance aisle; after all, I don�t want to miss the deal of a lifetime. I found a really nice bakeware set but after closer inspection realized that even though they were abiding on the clearance�aisle, the price wasn�t reduced at all so I decided to return�them to the so-called�clearance aisle.
Next, I had headed for the food section when I remembered I needed a birthday card.� But five were way too mushy, two were too mean, one was too sexy, one was just, well stupid, and finally I found the one acceptable birthday card in the entire aisle.
So my cross store journey to the food section began again only to be brought to a halt as I wandered past the craft section because I remembered I needed mod podge for a project I have in mind. But I�ve never used mod podge and who knew there could possibly be 17 varieties!
From there, I had the food section in sight. Cart positioned for a straight path to the frozen foods when smack dab in the middle of the aisle sat a display of kids art supplies. My memory was instantly triggered by the sight; we need more paintbrushes. Which then brought me to, you guessed it, another halt.� After all, how long could this take?
To try to explain all of these diversions to a man that has tunnel vision and blinders on every time he goes to the store isn�t worth the effort.� He knows what he�s going to the store for, heads straight to it, pays for it and he�s out the door.
At times I wish I had a little of his tunnel vision. Other times, I�m happy with turning every trip to Walmart or Target into an adventure laden�with what could only be described as life-changing finds!
How do your trips to Target or Walmart go?
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