Are you familiar with the People of Walmart site? If not, click HERE and then click on photos--yes, it's hard to believe these people really go out in public like this, but there are some odd people out there. Just as long as they stay "out there," and not "in here," I'm okay with it--most of the time.
About a week or so ago, I stopped at Winco, my new favorite grocery store. The prices are really, really good, the selection is wonderful, and their products are quite tasty (except maybe the e. coli ground beef they were selling a few weeks ago). Winco is a bit like Costco or Sam's Club but with regular people size packaging, rather than packaged food meant to feed the Duggars. I also like the fact that they have a TON of bulk foods--just about anything you could want can be found in barrels!
Anyway, on this particular day, as I approached the checkout area, I picked the shortest line--just one lady ahead of me buying packets of Equal in bulk. Clearly the quickest line, right? Except the customer had no idea how many packets of Equal she had, and the clerk had to count them, one by one. Total count? 164. The customer tried to pay the clerk $1.64, and it took a couple explanations before the woman understood the Equal she was buying was 3 cents a packet, not 1 cent each. Total cost was $4.92. Guess how long it took the woman to find $4.92 in her coin purse? By this time, three customers with full carts had checked out in the aisle next to me.
Just before she left, the woman tried to tip the clerk five pennies, which the clerk wasn't allowed to accept, so that created a little problem when the woman walked off and left the pennies on the counter. I wished I had a sling shot and could have pelted the customer on the back of her head with pennies. I'm pretty sure I couldn't have inflicted any more brain damage than she already had. (Besides, it was Sunday and the woman was dressed like she'd just gotten out of church, so I'm thinking, "Hey! Pennies from heaven," right?!)
While the clerk rang up my purchases and we chatted about the similarities between People of Walmart and people of Winco, I watched four teenage boys enter the store. One was wearing an aluminum foil helmet, another was carrying a very large boom box, and the other two seemed to be wearing aluminum also, but I was a little sidetracked by the kid with the helmet and didn't have a chance to examine the others quite as closely.
Sometimes I think we worry too much about illegal aliens and not enough about space aliens.
I should have a photo for tonight's post of that quilt I've been working on--I quilted it yesterday and I just need to add the binding today.