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Thursday, August 26, 2004
Free Stuff!
Sorta.
I went to Wal-Mart last night to get some stuff I needed. (Milk, a surge protector, and some Pop Tarts, if you must know.) I've been to Wal-Mart four times in the last week, and it's the absolute worst time in the world to go there. All the Purdue University students are back in town, so the travelways and stores are generally packed. I'm adverse to crowds for the most part, so I've only been going because I really needed stuff.
So I buy my stuff and pick up the three bags (which the lady has tied closed for some reason - I mean, if I'm in Electronics and going to be walking through the store, I can understand tying the bags closed, but I'm right next to the exit. Bah.) and go home, via Target to maybe get a hot chocolate at the in-store Starbucks. Sadly, though Target was open, the in-store Starbucks was closed. Jerks.
So I get home, greet the cats - who always seem a little disappointed that it's only me coming into the house - and set my bags on the counter.
I open the first one: milk. Into the fridge!
I open the second one: surge protector, Pop Tarts, and new shirt. Counter, cupboard, clothes hamper.
I open the third one: soap and shoelaces. Huh?!? More importantly, Tropical Essence Dial soap. Not mine. I've grabbed someone else's bag.
Well, it was too late to take it back last night because I was tired of being out. I was going to take it back today after work, but I was beat. I could go right now, but I'd have to get dressed and it's raining. Bah.
So I'll have to do it tomorrow, I guess. By now, of course, the people who left it have gone back and gotten replacements and are wondering who took their stuff.
It was me, but I didn't mean to. I apologize unreservedly.
I went to Wal-Mart last night to get some stuff I needed. (Milk, a surge protector, and some Pop Tarts, if you must know.) I've been to Wal-Mart four times in the last week, and it's the absolute worst time in the world to go there. All the Purdue University students are back in town, so the travelways and stores are generally packed. I'm adverse to crowds for the most part, so I've only been going because I really needed stuff.
So I buy my stuff and pick up the three bags (which the lady has tied closed for some reason - I mean, if I'm in Electronics and going to be walking through the store, I can understand tying the bags closed, but I'm right next to the exit. Bah.) and go home, via Target to maybe get a hot chocolate at the in-store Starbucks. Sadly, though Target was open, the in-store Starbucks was closed. Jerks.
So I get home, greet the cats - who always seem a little disappointed that it's only me coming into the house - and set my bags on the counter.
I open the first one: milk. Into the fridge!
I open the second one: surge protector, Pop Tarts, and new shirt. Counter, cupboard, clothes hamper.
I open the third one: soap and shoelaces. Huh?!? More importantly, Tropical Essence Dial soap. Not mine. I've grabbed someone else's bag.
Well, it was too late to take it back last night because I was tired of being out. I was going to take it back today after work, but I was beat. I could go right now, but I'd have to get dressed and it's raining. Bah.
So I'll have to do it tomorrow, I guess. By now, of course, the people who left it have gone back and gotten replacements and are wondering who took their stuff.
It was me, but I didn't mean to. I apologize unreservedly.
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Wow, you are a really good writer. I just wanted to let you know that you are entertaining to read.
Carrie
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