What is it about Sam's Club stores that make me want to punch people?
And is it just me or is almost every person in the store seriously obese?
And wearing tube tops.
Bing's class at school is selling flamin' hot cheetoes to earn money for their trip to Philadelphia this summer, so she and I went to Sam's Club to buy them cheap. BOXES and BOXES of them.
The thing is...you go in that store and it is like Wal-Mart. You are sort of sickened and fascinated at the same time. There are all these incredible bargains but the clientele is just...odd.
Like this very large woman who kept yelling at her child. I think his name was Cody because she kept screaming, "CODY! PUT THAT DOWN. DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID NO. NO. MAMA SAID NO! NO CODY RAY!! WHAT DID MAMA JUST SAY?"
And why is she referring to herself in the third person?
I, for one, was rooting for Cody Ray.
I became hopelessly lost in a long aisle of flip flops.
I put green flip flops in the cart and I have no idea why. I suspect that there is some sort of subliminal recording going on in that place.
OK, shoppers. Whatever you are looking at now? You MUST HAVE IT. NOW. Put it in your cart. That's right. Put it right in your cart. Good job...
In the car on the way home, Bing and I got into a big fight over our new shower door which she wants me to use a squeegee thing on each and every time I get out of the shower.
I told her that the reason I take a shower is to get CLEAN. NOT to clean when I get out of it.
By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was so mad at her I was barely speaking to her.
And then when we walked into the house, Bing said, "CODY? DO YOU HEAR ME? I SAID NO. NO!!"
And I started laughing and the spell was broken.
The Wal-Mart/Sam's Club curse was off of us.