Conniption fit…….

 

I went to Old Town second hand store and found a really fun dresser….I will share in another post.

I needed a few things from the market, and a prescription from the pharmacy. I gave the gal my bottle and went to the grocery part to get Milk, bread…you know the Zoom to clean the bathtub. They always tell you at the pharmacy that it will be either 20 minutes or 45 minutes. I think if it is a slow buying day they say 45 minutes to keep you looking…just a thought.

With stuff in basket I am in line at the pharmacy for about 30 minutes, my back is killing me, and the line is not moving. The old man in front of me wants to talk to me…I am in no mood for small talk. Of course there is the possibility that he was hitting on me…..just a thought? The cashier says Hi Mary, they know me well. I get to the window to find only one is ready because they have to call the doctor….But I smile and pay for what is there and now head to the grocery line. There are about 30 places where cashiers should be but there are only 3 that take 20 items or less. So the line is long, I am starting to sweat because I wore a warm top and a hoodie. Tick- tic, Tick-tock, the line is not moving at all. I start to read the magazine that is within reach. That saved me 5 dollars it was boring. People in back of me and in front of me, and nothing is moving. Do I go to another line…what line, no cashiers. I am hot, thirsty and my back is on fire. All of a sudden the line is moving, it has only been about 30 minutes…I may get home soon. Not so fast Mary…someone is having a problem with their credit card…Yikes! And who knows how long this will take….the cashier yells on the phone thing for help and I am ready to have a conniption fit…my Grandmommy used to talk about having them and I was ready.

I am a patient person, I can handle this…when a little voice from behind me says. Lady, Oh Lady…you have a sticker on the back of your pants. I look back to see where it is and it is on my right leg just above the back of my knee. I left it to find that it says 2 dollars on a bright pink tag. Now I am trying to laugh as everyone is aware of the tag.

Then it dawned on me that I had been in line at the pharmacy with this bright pink 2 dollar tag on the back of my white pants…I had walked through the store for about 45 minutes…and now I am checking out after being in line for another 30 minutes or more. I walk out the door and the alarm goes off but no one comes…so I just kept walking. Looking to see if I had another price tag on me that needed to go through the machine…There is no moral to this story, only that I aged waiting in line at Wal*Mart….