Walmart... what an "amazing" place.

Well we all go to walmart. if you haven't you must live under a rock or something or i guess you can afford to go somewhere better. I do have to admit. they DO have just about everything and it IS usually cheaper... but sometimes... I rather go somewhere else. I really get so stressed out everytime grocery shopping day comes... it all starts in the parking lot where there is ALWAYS room in the front... well at least for the handicapped. sometimes I think I should break something to get a decent parking spot that I don't need to bring a water bottle to make it on the walk to the front door... that is if I make it past the cart runner that wears a helmet and I swear tries to run me over everytime with his train... the greeters are always welcoming when they look at you from their cozy chair and look somewhere else when you look at them... such a warm welcome... and hopefully you NEVER have to use the restroom there... sometimes like today you just HAVE to. I have held it all through grocery shopping before and sped walked all through the store to make it back home and use my own restroom... today. was not that day. I HAD to go. that's when I got really grateful for walmart... nothing better than stepping into a nice crap smelling bathroom with a very "iffy" looking door that you dare not touch and push with your feet... then have to wait for the big stall because you don't fit in the little one with a car seat... so you have to take in the "fresh" air... after 5 mins (no joke) the lady came out... after putting down 4 seat covers i get done and listen to the wonderful sound of the person in the next stall clipping their fingernails... no joke. clipping their fingernails in a public bathroom... i'm at a loss for words... I hold my breath while washing my hands and push the door open with my paper towel... again almost to be ran over by the sweeper wearing a helmet. ( no joke. they really are wearing helmets) I still speed walk through the isles to prevent getting so stressed by the relief society meeting in the baking isle and blocking the isle while sharing baking secrts... finally I make it home and try to carry 12 bags up 3 flights of stairs with sophie in the baby bjorn. but that's when walmart's amazing quality shows and my bags break from being .001 mm thick and my groceries go rolling down the stairs... how do they know that I love chasing my tomato sauce down the stairs with my baby on my stomach and 6 other bags in my hand?! I DO NOT know! I LOVE WALMART. they sure do make it a great experience. I think they have me thinking target? smiths? albertsons? we will see... I think next family vacation we will be spending at good ol wallie world and not Disneyland because its now the new "happiest place on earth"