Not my favorite place, just because there seems to be some retail pheramone that waffs out of the doors of Wally World and attracts, well all of us who want to save a buck or two. But there are some extra special attraction for rude, inept and attitudinal subjects. (I cop to the latter myself). I feel like I should wear shoulder, knee and elbow pads when I go in for a few items. Just so I don't get injured by the craziness.
Well my darlings, today was a doozy of a Walmart day. I take an OTC for leg cramps and the only other retailer of these little pills that let me sleep all night charge $2.50 a bottle of 40 more for these little gems than Walmart does. So, once a month I made the pilgrimage to tricky, icky, sticky land. All was going well, I even got to visit with my ex neighbor who is a cashier. Found all I needed including a new pair comfy slippers because the old ones died recently and even in the summer I get cold feet at night.
I headed out to my little orange Caliber with the Invisible Dragon in the Back Seat sticker. What I found almost made me sit down and cry. Some bonehead in a very large pickup truck decided to park so close to my drivers side door that there was barely an inch from my side mirror to his/her truck. Needless to say, my right leg would not fit into that opening.
I began to formulate a plan whereby I could get into the drivers side bucket seat from the passenger side. Problem 1, I can't bend my right leg more than 50 degrees. Problem 2, there is a console between seat a and seat b. Problem 3, I wanted to scream.
What I ended up doing was....get in on the passenger side, lay the seat down flat, reach across and recline the drivers seat. Use the handles that are on each side in the car ceiling to hold onto, put my left leg (good one) into the drivers foot well, slide my lardy arse up onto the console, adjust my right leg and lie down onto the drivers seat, heaft myself into the drivers seat. Whew. Now the passenger side door is still open, the seat is down but I managed to drive forward and to the right. That means I am parked at a 90 degree angle to what is correct in the parking lot.
This little old, old woman comes up to me and explains that I cannot park this way, I got tickled and started laughing. I think it was the adrenalin rush from all the excursion and being upset. Anyway, I explained what I had just done and she asked if I had left the person a nasty note. I said I didn't have anything to write on. She proceeded to write a note and stick it under the windshield wiper. I have no idea what she said. But while she was doing that, I got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, closed the door and walked to where my basket was and proceeded to connect it to the truck on it's trailer hitch.
Tonight I am in agony. My everything hurts. My on top of everything hurts. I sure hope that Mr/Mrs truck driver understood that two old ladies were upset with them today.....but ya know even if they read it or had to take the basket off the bumper of the truck......the old saying goes, "Ya can't fix stupid".