Where'd All the Good People Go?!

I typically try not to use this blog for venting. But at this moment, I must. Or else I'll probably go cry in my bed and not get anything done the rest of the day.

I hate Winco. I seriously do. My mom used to tell me that she hated going to Winco and I just thought it was a preference thing. No, Mother, I totally understand and I stand behind you 100%. Normally, I am a Smith's shopper all the way. BUT, with baby on the way and my job coming to a close, I decided to try and save a buck or two here and there. So I thought I'd try out Winco. Big mistake.

So, I walk through the huge, big store not knowing where anything is and checking prices every so carefully as I shop. That takes quite a while. So I'm already getting really tired and feeling like it's time to go. Then, I decided to buy one of those 24 packs of bottled water because it was cheap and I hate Utah water. So I lifted it just fine, put it on the bottom of my cart just fine, and then tried to push it farther into the cart with my leg. Dear HEAVENS. Groin muscles are not the same on 8 month pregnant me as they were on regular me. I cursed. It hurt so bad.

So now I'm practically limping to the checkout. It's Friday morning, so there's not tons of people in the store, so there is only 1 check stand open. How stupid is that? If there is only 1 open, then EVERYONE has to go to it. So, that check stand is obviously very busy. Anyway. I load all my stuff onto the belt. Which mind you, is no easy task. At this point, I had to take my jacket off because I'm sweating and out of breath. Then, I have to RACE down to the other end of the belt and catch my groceries and begin to BAG THEM MYSELF. Are you serious? Normally, this wouldn't bug me so bad. BUT, I looked around. And there are Winco employees standing around everywhere! Just chit chatting and laughing. One even came over to me and picked something off of the floor next to me. Hello MISTER... I'm CLEARLY 8 months pregnant and STRUGGLING!

Halfway through my struggle of bagging my groceries, I have to pay the lady. I slide my credit card. She proceeds to tell me what they do not take credit cards. Only debit, cash, and check. I seriously almost cried. I began the fear the worst. All of this work for nothing?? Luckily, I dug around in my purse and my checkbook was in there.

So, I pay her and before I can even get the receipt in my purse, she is scanning the next person's groceries. Do you understand what that means?? Now THEY need to bad their groceries and mine are still all in the way! So I race back down, start throwing stuff in bags, but I'm not fast enough. She gets done checking the lady behind me and I have now stalled the whole line. Everyone is standing there LOOKING AT ME, waiting for me to bag my groceries so that they can check out too.

This is what's going on in my head at this point: IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY. GET YOUR SORRY TUSHIES OVER HERE AND LIFT THESE HEAVY WATERS INTO THE CART FOR ME. HELP ME BAG MY GROCERIES. SOMETHING!!!! So you know what I did instead? I took my sweet time. I decided that I had no reason to hurry. So I didn't.

Just to top it all off, I was walking out at the same time as a Winco employee. My cart was so heavy that it was pulling me to my car. But did he offer to help me. noooooo.

Moral of the story. Winco Sucks. Smith's Rocks. They always help me. And if you see a struggling pregnant lady. Good heavens, HELP HER!

Thank you for your patience and listening ear. I must now go put away those groceries, rid my mind of this memory, and get ready to see all my favorite people this weekend :)