Adventures in Shopping 1 More Time

Today was a little slow at the shop so I took the opportunity to do some restocking of shop supplies. Some things you have to pay top dollar for at the Local parts store, as no one else has them in the quantity needed or the quality wanted. Other things can be purchased at well below the normal retail price charged by the Parts Stores.

Aerosol solutions are usually pretty pricey unless you buy a case at a time and even then a 20 oz. can of carb cleaner is in the $3.00 range so finding a bargain of $1.77 a can was a good thing. The other goods needed were also well below the going rate.

You guessed it right, Wally World was again the retail outlet in possesion of the needed merchandise. I'm doomed before I started.

Is it just me or did the earths axis change or waver from its normal point. As I walk thru the entrance of the Store a mother was attempting to put her child in the cart to go out the door. The Child was a screaming mass of snot spit and temper and was having none of what mama was giving. The real thing on my mind was not if the child was going to see its next birthday, but what the Fuck is that smell !!!!

The distraction at the door was enough for me to forget to grab a cart and the smell was enough for me to keep going in the direction that was mine. Finding a cart that was unused and in the middle of the aisle should have been a good thing. Pushing it, finding that it shook like an out of round tire or a California tremor and the damn thing pulled very hard to right.

Finding the needed products was the easy part, putting them in the cart even easier, getting the cart to the checkout was fun and nobody got hurt in the traffic circle that is Wally World. Now you have to understand, I have 9 items from one department and this has taken the total of 10 minutes.

Approaching the checkout you could see the lines slow to a crawl. Everything looked as though it was filmed in slow motion. Finding a checkout that wasn't busy was easy as the one I chose was just starting to ring up its present customer.

The belt was empty and not moving, taking this as a sign of it being my turn I put 3 items on the belt. Now as I have stated I have 9 Items, 3 of 1 item 6 of another. I took out the 3 matching items and put them on the belt. I then turned to grab the other 6 items and put them on the belt only to find the first 3 items trucking their respective asses toward the register. The other 6 items follow their cart mates by about 2 feet to a cashier who asks me "are these separate". No just different items, "Do you want them on separate slips", No just one will be fine. "Well you kept them separated on the belt" No you turned the damn thing on causing the separation and I'm not good at juggling 9 cans at a time.

She gave me the total and says to me as she hands me my change "I kept them in separate bags just like you wanted".

My mind asks but one thing, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL !!!!