Walmart

I HATE Walmart.  Yeah, I said it.  I'd rather shave off my eyebrows and no other part of my body for the rest of my life than shop at Walmart.  I'm a Target girl.  I LOVE Target.  At the end of my pregnancy and during our daughter's first month we went to Target twice a week I think.  Love it, love it, love it.

So today my mom, who is in town visiting, wants to go to Walmart.  Sigh.  We saddle up and head over to our local Walmart (currently in the process of being changed over to a super Walmart which does not make for a better shopping experience).  I decide to get 4 pots to do some container gardening and 4 lavender plants. 

I'm headed to the check outs and my mom says, "Let's do self checkout."  It's Walmart...how hard can it be.  Famous last words.  Note to self:  NEVER listen to mom again.

I scan the first pot.  The stupid pot is too big to fit on the thing with the bags.  The machine does not like this so I'm trying to figure out a way to shove the stupid pot onto the stupid scale so it registers and hold it there while scanning the next item and watching my daughter to make sure no one kidnaps her.  Don't see the button that says I can choose NOT to bag my items.  Finally see it and it still takes me 15 minutes to scan these stupid pots.

Now on to plants.  Scan the first plant.  Put it on the scale.  Machine is still beeping because I had previously hit the button saying I wasn't bagging anything.  Grrrrrr!  Can't get the second plant to scan.  Try typing in the number.  No product with that number.

**I HATE YOU WALMART**

Mom starts laughing.  Says to just scan another plant.  Try to scan the next plant.  Won't scan.  Dirt falls out of top of plant.  Scan, scan, SCAN you stupid plant!  Finally scans. 

Pick up the next plant and it falls apart!  They are in those biodegradable things where you just plant the whole container and it only has a little bit of plastic wrap on top and the entire bottom of the container fell away from the plastic ON TO THE CONVEYOR BELT!  Now my mom is laughing hysterically.  Hysterically.

Thank you Walmart for the blow to my self esteem.  I finally pay as my mom screams "We need to shut down this machine.  There's dirt everywhere.  Hey miss we need help.  This machine needs to be shut down."  The line that is now 50 deep behind us is glaring at us me as I've been trying to scan these 8 items for 30 minutes. 

I tell my mom I'm going to wash my hands and as I push our daughter towards the rest room I hear the Walmart lady saying something about cleaning off the conveyor belt.  WHAT???  If your stupid machine worked correctly I wouldn't have had to try and scan the biodegradable pot 25 separate times and it wouldn't have broken all over the belt.

Um, did I mention I HATE Walmart??????