My Weird Wal-mart Story

I was at Wal-mart over the weekend buying milk and it reminded me of an experience I had at Wal-mart over spring break. Some of you have already heard this story, but I thought it'd be fun to post on a dreary Monday.

I went to Wal-mart early on a Thursday morning. Ben seems to do better going shopping in the morning rather than the afternoon after he wakes up from his nap. So we went to Wal-mart because we were completely out of milk. We browsed around for a while looking at the kids clothes and shoes and stuff like that because I like to kill time walking around stores. The last thing we did was got milk. I skimmed the dates and most of them were the same so I grabbed one, put it in the buggy then headed to the self-check out. I scanned everything else and the milk was last. It wouldn't scan. I tried it again. The error on the computer said it wasn't recognized. So I hit my help button and waited for the lady to finish with another family that was having issues. Finally she came over to me and I told her it didn't recognize my milk. She tried it, still didn't scan. So she looked at the jug and then looked at me.

"Did you get this here?"
"Yes," I said. "Why?"
"This is Albertson's milk."

I told her that I had gotten it out of the refrigerator section. She looked at me like I was crazy and I swore up and down that I had gotten it there. I mean, what? Like I went to Albertson's, bought milk then decided to bring it to Wal-mart just so I could pay for it again? I don't think so. Really crazy people do that. I'm only a little crazy.

So she took the milk and headed to the dairy section so she could have them make sure they didn't mistakenly put out a case of mis-delivered milk on the shelves. She came back without another gallon for me and said that they were checking the others and would bring one up. So I waited and waited and waited thinking they're having a huge ordeal over all of the Albertson's milk they had and what they were going to do with it. Finally someone comes up with my gallon of 2% and the lady helping me asked how many others there were. Oh, it was just the one.

Somehow I got lucky enough to get THE ONE gallon of Albertson's milk. The lady rang up my milk and kept saying how bizarre and that it was like a needle in a haystack and I really do think she thought I was completely insane. But I promise I'm not. Had I not been a nice person I probably would have just put that milk in my buggy and left with it because it took them about 5 minutes to even come help me the first time, but it's possible someone tampered with that milk and put it back, which is just plain bizarre. Either way, it was still a weird experience!