Saturday, April 14, 2012

The Club

Heading to Sam’s Club on a Saturday afternoon is essentially like walking into your own trap. You know full well what you’re getting into, you even see it coming but you continue on…towards your demise.

Josh and the baby stayed home so that I could make this as quick a trip as possible. We are a small family, so there aren’t a lot of things that we purchase from Sam’s Club. All I needed to grab was dog food, diapers and water bottles. I knew that I would be starting at the back left corner of the store with the bottled water first, then middle left of the store I would grab a bag of dog food and ending up at the front with the diapers and an easy check out. Isn’t it so strange how in our minds we can plan things out so perfectly but it just doesn’t happen that way, mainly because this is a Wal-Mart franchise, and it is just the facts of life that God always teaches you patience at places like this…starting with the parking lot.

The stretch of 500 feet in front of the store is covered with stop signs, speed bumps, markers and everything else to prevent you from going above 2 miles per hour. However, I have considered informing Sam’s Club that they could really cut costs on these speed reduction measures because there always seems to be a flash mob of people, aimlessly walking around the parking lot. Usually kids jumping out in front of your car, or an elder person with a cart. The hardest part hands down of Wal-Mart/Sam’s Club shopping is making it in and out of the parking lot without killing somebody, or hitting a cart. Once I made it inside I knew that the parking lot was only foreshadowing of what was to come. A jungle. No not a jungle, more like a watering hole. Sam’s Club is a Saturday event for many people. A place to let your kids run wild, playing with the electronics, and gadgets, & A place where dad’s run from free sample to free sample. And where the $1.50 hotdog combo has more followers than the Beatles. It is a mess, who was I kidding there was going to be no quick trip.

So like they say,
“When in Rome, do as the Romans.”
I helped myself to every free sample on the left side of the store, checking out and heading over to grab myself a Nathan’s hotdog and coke. And as I left the store I found myself forgetting where I had parked, so I wondered up and down the parking lot with my oversize cart until reaching the end of my Sam’s shopping trip.

1 comment:

  1. Got to like that Coke and hotdog combo for $1.50. I always think of Walmart as where I'd be found vis-à-vis in Dawn of the Dead, limping around in the garden shop. Good blog.

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