that one trip to wal-mart that completely ruined my reputation:

Can I be honest with you all? I disdain Wal-Mart with burning passion. It is up there with my dislike of mushrooms, terrorists, Kim Kardashian and mean people...
There has never (nor will there ever) been a time where I willingly said, "YEAH! Let's go to Wal-Mart!" Personally, I like to avoid situations where I will be misreable and think thoughts of hurting those around me and for some reason those thoughts just flood my mind while there; I just stay away for the greater good.
Want to know just a few of my very legitimate reasons as to why I believe that place (said with a tone of disgust) should be extinct from Planet Earth? Here they are:

1. The traffic. Why in the world does every horrible driver in the continental U.S. decide to gather in the Wal-Mart parking lot?!? Seriously guys, I am confused. Every time I go there I am stuck in traffic that makes traffic on the I-5 seem like child's play. I.KID.YOU.NOT.
2. The atmosphere. The concrete walls, the falling down signs signifying **"5 pounds of Ground Beef for 3.50!" and the tight, condensed aisles are not inviting! Add in the airport-amount of people that are tightly packed in there like sardines and BAM! I am in a full-fledged anxiety attack.
3. The people. Hey now, pump the brakes! I am not saying everyone that goes to that place is a horrible person! NOT WHAT I AM SAYING AT ALL! All I am saying is when I go to that place I try to not look at anyone in fear that my eyes will see portions of skin that I wish to not see. That's all I am saying.

I could go on and on, but I have have self-control. Unlike when I am in that parking lot, shouting at the drivers... Uh oh. Moving on.....
Well my disdainment for that place increased in grievous amounts just recently, here's the story:

I was sent to pick up a few items on a shopping list my Stepmomma wrote for me-all of which were items for the cute, little triplet siblings-a list that I didn't read until I began shopping (first mistake.) After I had picked up their food, diapers and other toddler-related things they are so high matinence I finally looked at the last item on the list. It said "Monistat 7 for their diaper rash."  I thought to myself, "Hmm, okay. Whatever that is!" Then proceeded to look for it... For fifteen minutes. Where was that pesky item? Geeze louise! Finally I found it and I then thought to myself, "Why in the world is it in this aisle? That's peculiar..." As I was waiting in line in one of the three open check-out stations out of the total seventeen stations (seriously, Wal-Mart? If they are there, use 'em. Stop teasing me!) My eyes began to wander and I saw what was written on the Monistat 7 box. My heart dropped. My throat tightened. My hands got sweaty.

It's not my place to tell you what is on that box for many reasons. One of which is I don't know if children read this blog and the other is because I am trying to forget what I saw...

I was getting closer to the counter and I had to think, and think quick! I had half the mind to throw the box out of the cart and tell my Stepmom that the company went out of business and they no longer make products! Alas, I put on my big-girl pants and faced the music, unloading it onto the strip. Right when she rang it up (I was quite particular in my choice of check-out clerk... They had to be a woman or else this would be worse than need be...) I blurted out very quickly and heavily, "You know... That isn't for me! It's for my little brother....." She lifted up her eyebrow, confused. ".....for his diaper rash! I had no clue what that thing is for until this moment! I am simply running errands. DON'T KILL THE MESSENGER, RIGHT? **nervous laugh to lighten the mood**" She proceeded to give me a sympathy laugh and say that if I wouldn't have said anything she would have never noticed. I still don't believe her because how can you NOT notice what is on that box, but I am still thankful that she was understanding about it...

Wal-Mart stinks in general, especially when you go there to pick up an item that you had no clue as to what it's purpose was....
Believe me, it's better not to know....

**For some reason that so-called "deal" seems a little iffy to me... Put the ground beef down and walk away. You and your stomach will thank me later.