Walmart Fiasco

I love Walmart.  Today was a horrible experience for me at not one, but two different Walmarts.  First off I drove to the one in Perry Georgia.  I like that one because I always go and get the sewing stuff there. They have a better selection.  I finally was going to bite the bullet and get a sewing machine to replace the old Brother LS 2125 that has served me well since 2004.  It wasn't just that it's about to completely quit, but the fact it was an anniversary gift.  Now a sewing machine may not sound very romantic but to me it's something very personal.  It's a hobby, and it's something special to me.  To me it was a very personal gift.  So, with that said, it's an emotional thing to see it go.  My former husband died last December after he left me after eighteen years.  It's like a little part of who I am just keeps dying away.  That's a sad thing for me.  I spent many years making Christmas gifts,  crafts,  clothes for my children, and mending his clothes and clothes for myself as well.  So, it was sentimental.  Now that I've explained that emotional part of the day let me get back to the subject of Walmart. 

I go to Perry's first.  Low and behold the 40 something dollar sewing machine is now on sale twenty years later for $88.  What a deal!  Bunches of them on a shelf I had a choice between blue or white and they have this cute little Paisley thing on them now.  So overjoyed I put this sewing machine in my basket and think okay I'm on to a new chapter.  I made myself a little list because we all know that when we go to Walmart for one thing we end up spending double.  I carefully selected myself some healthy snacks, my sewing machine, and proceeded to the new self checkout.  Nothing is humanized anymore but that's another subject and I'll get on that later.  So the sewing machine rings up as $92.  It's only a $4 difference but it was worth saying something about because there it was on a big display marked $88.  Of course the sales associate all but called me a liar.  It was as if she thought I was lying just to get $4 off.  I'm sure people do that so I didn't internalize that too much.  But what really made me mad is she said I should have taken a picture of it before I came to check out.  So what we go into Walmart and we take pictures of everything we purchase now before we go check out?  At this point I was getting highly aggravated.  I sat there and waited and waited and waited at the self-checkout for her to verify the price.  In the meantime my day had been so emotional I was actually craving a cigarette and now that I have completely quit I refuse to do it again.  I'm too old to suffer through another smoking cessation.  So I had purchased me some nicotine gum and some other gum to chew with it I mix them together.  And here comes this other associate and he starts digging through the bag and asking for my ID.  I fully understand that they may be required, but, here I am, a gray headed, voluptuous, mid fifty women already ill and I fought the urge to ask if he was sight impaired.  

Finally the first associate reappears and tells me I have to take the buggy back all the way back to where the sewing machines are and show her.  So I do and the whole time I'm thinking oh no my cold items are going to be out too long.  So we get there she takes a picture of it and then I go to the self-checkout and she leaves again and I'm like never mind, and just left.  Just too much hassle.  So then I go to Publix and I'm going to get me some gum.  Only their gum is two times the price of Walmart's gum.  So I drive down to the Warner Robins Walmart.  Oh joy!  

I get there and the same sewing machine is marked $92.  Needless to say I did not get a sewing machine today.  In fact I spent so much time riding around trying to get what I wanted or what I needed that one of my only days  off every 2 weeks was practically wasted on efforts.  So I get home and I was thrilled that I got some discount plants at the Warner Robins Walmart.  That was an exciting thing.  I like succulents.  I got my gum.  But I am seething mad because I do not have my apples and fat-free caramel.  Or my fresh pineapple.  Just a fiasco.  Now here it is time for bed and I'm trying to unwind.  I miss my girls.  I miss myself.  I miss life and family and friends and laughter and days sewing for someone I love.  There's not a whole lot about my existence that really matters anymore.  I wonder if the people from DFCS are in cahoots with Walmart?  (I'm laughing at that one).  

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