Today, I had to put on my big girl panties and do something I hate doing (not cleaning, silly); I had to go to Walmart. I know, I know, there are a lot of people who love Walmart and their rollback prices, convenient hours (I think the Walmart in Hell is open 24/7), and of course, smiley stickers. I, however, am not lured in by any of it.
But there is something that draws me to face my fears and walk the aisles of Walmart month after month — better Pharmacy prices. What can I say? I’m a big sucker for a good Prozac palooza!
Don’t get me wrong, I do have to sacrifice a lot to save. The Pharmacy is quite busy, as I realize every time I have to call their automated system to refill the meds. (“Your prescription will be ready for pickup in May of 2032. If you’d like an earlier date, say May of 2024, press 1.”).
I also hate the fact that I have to have a “private” consultation with the pharmacist before I can “get the goods” (by private, I mean right there in the middle of the store next to the busy Doritos aisle). What’s most disturbing is that often, I know more than the pharmacist (“You forgot irritability and increased eye rolling”).
Today, as I was waiting in the long line for my turn (Clearly, the deli could teach them something about efficiency. Nobody needs to consult with me about my choice in genoa salami), I thought about all the unpleasant things I’d rather be doing than standing in line at Walmart. And without further adieu, here they are:
- Weighing in at Weight Watcher’s after Supersizing at McDonald’s.
- Working behind my carefree, relaxed Aspie on an assembly line.
- Taking a comprehension test after reading the Parent’s Rights brochure.
- Hosting a sleepover with the entire 8th grade class.
- Driving Storrow Drive (scary highway in Boston) with my new teen driver.
- Driving anywhere with my new teen driver.
- Chasing a tornado with my weather-obsessed, anxious daughter.
- Getting behind the Duggar family (all 19 kids) at Dairy Queen.
- Modeling in my bathing suit at a Mean Girl Convention.
- Eating ketchup sandwiches with my sensory kid.
How about you? Do you like shopping at Walmart? Or is there something far more unpleasant you’d rather do?