The Life of a Bealeton Babe

Thursday, April 24, 2008

I'd help you but...

Ok, so it was around the holidays and I was in Wal-mart. This alone should tell you all that customer service and the general atmosphere of the place was at an all time low. However, I was in need of customer service, therefore, I had to stand in one of the longest lines possible. Because you know...God forbid, Wal-mart has TWO lines open at the customer service station.

My general issue at the time? it was a simple one. The retard cashier yet AGAIN forgot to ring up my coupons. It never fails, whenever I go food shopping at Wal-mart, I ned up in the ONLY line without a divider AND the cashier forgets to ring up my coupons (and I swear, I do NOT use the same chasier or go to the same line everytime).

Ok, Ok, so I sound like I'm being petty. I'm standing in a ridiculously long ine because I want $1.35 back (or should I just say $2 for Better off Dead posperity?). It's totally not worth my time for the money, however, I feel it's a matter of principle. They need to know my injustice, they need to feel guilty. I need to get a life.

Anyway, my whole coupon ordeal isn't what inspired me to write this. It was something the boob did. Of course I can't expect a two year old to sit still while waiting in this line. After a bit, she started doing the normal 'fidget' routine. I did little in stopping her because I felt maybe it would motivate the customer service people to move faster (I know the world hates people like me). At one point, the boob starting playing with her barretts and she flung one to the opposite side of the customer servcie counter. Since I couldn't get to this barrett, I asked an employee walking towards me if she could get it.

"I know you aren't asking me to get that." replied the employee (she was a rather large, middle aged woman).

I was temporarily speechless as I thought to myself "I was asking in English right?" Then I realized yes, I was. Then I marveled at this employee's rudeness. I reminded myself it was the holidays and it was Wal-mart. I bit back any snarky reply and said:

"Not really a big deal, I just thought I'd ask."

The employee huffed liked I asked her to pick up a flat of 10lb bags of mulch, not a 1/2 inch barrett right next to her foot. She proceeded to kick said barrett to the other end of the customer service counter. She asked another employee to pick it up for her, then she brought it back to me.

"I'm sorry" She said, "but I got these bad knees".

Now, as mentioned before, the BB tries not to hate. So I held back all my comments about her former profession before Wal-mart, and any comments about how she may have landed her three ex-husbands, and I put on a smile and said:

"Thank you."

Minutes later, I had my $1.35. Although I got a blog post out of the experience, I think the next time they forget to ring up my coupons, I'll just write a letter to the manager...

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

What's up with That?

Ok...some people said it had been a year since my last post and I was like "Oh that's just unacceptable". But I see it's just been six months. While it's still totally negligent, it's not THAT bad.

Ok, something HAD to have inspired me to post this blog. I have a few in the hopper too. It's just been bad with work and having to keep up with the boob. Not to mention this pregnancy thing. You'd think I blog about this whole pregnancy, but hey, I didn't blog about my pregnancy with the boob, so why should I with this one?

Anyhoo...the other day, my friend Margie was over. I realized while she was over that the Pope was about to land at Andrews Air Force base. So, I turned on the TV to watch Popepapalooza start. I saw our holiness coming out of the plane and walk towards the Bush family. I was like 'cool.'. Then...I saw them...bright red, Ronald McDonald like shoes. And it wasn't like he was wearing red. He was wearing all white, with his gold cross. But underneath were these obnoxious shoes.

Ok, so I can't expect an 81 year old man to have fashion sense...but come on. RED shoes? RED RONALD MCDONALD like shoes? Surely some sisters on the plane could have warned him about this...

Maybe a closeted bishop?

I know...I'm going to hell...in a little hand basket with ribbons in my little short bus.

BEEP BEEP!