I ventured out today to do a bit of shopping. I needed more than basic groceries, to include the most exciting of all shopping items – cleaning supplies. Everything from Windex to Easy Off, I had a list as long as my arm. So…Wally World was my shopping location of choice.
I find that I have to “justify” why I shop at Wally World to myself. I’m not sure why I feel this way – they have great produce, good prices on house supplies, decent selection on boxed and canned goods…why wouldn’t I shop there? I don’t care for their meats, but sodas and toilet tissue are cheaper there than anywhere.
But I miss shopping at the other chains that are brightly lit, with wide aisles and soft therapeutic music playing in the background. I miss hearing someone say, “My pleasure,” when I say thank you. And I really miss being one of the few people in the store, instead of fighting my way down each row of well-priced grocery goods.
As I’m analyzing all of this today, I searched for the best price on energy drinks, when a lady that works at Wally World walks by and says, “Hey there!”. She and I had a discussion several weeks ago about working retail, especially through the holidays, and how often she could be found at my local store rather than being at home with her 4 children. Her husband, a truck driver, had been laid off from his job. She was trying to make up for the loss of his pay check by working retail, and had to work two jobs because neither retailer would allow her to work full-time.
Then as I wheeled into line to check out, the cashier in the aisle next to me says, “Oh no, not you again!” We both chuckle. I tease him back, “You’ll notice that I didn’t go through your slow-poke line to today!” The other cashiers join in the jeering, as do the other customers in line. Within minutes there were 10 of us smiling and laughing as we bag our groceries.
Another woman and I walked out at the same time, chatting about the weather changes we’re anticipating this week. We laughed at the small Honda with the Rottweiler barking his head off and jumping all around the car, which was parked next to a huge 4×4 truck with 3 little Miniature-Pinchers barking through the cracked windows. Just seemed like the wrong dogs were in each car, the Rotty should have been in the big ol’ truck!
It struck me that:
1. If I know the cashiers at Wally World, I probably spend way too much time there.
2. If the most socializing I do in a week is in the check-out line of Wally World, I really should consider joining a club or something.
3. There’s a lot of other women like me… and they all seem to hang out a the Wally World.
Are any of y’all Wally World Women?