Walmart, Where Everybody Knows Your Name

Last week, I had to make a quick stop at Walmart to pick up some items of a personal nature. A somewhat embarrassing, personal nature. No, I 'm not going to tell you what items I'm alluding to because it's personal. And embarrassing.

No, not hemorrhoid cream. (giggle)

Anyway I picked up the items and arranged them neatly in my cart so they wouldn't stick out, I wasn't too worried about it, but was trying to be discreet. I continued with my shopping.

As I entered a new aisle (Aaaaack!) I ran into a lady from our homeschool co-op. I froze and considered making a quick u-turn and skedaddling out of the aisle, but it was too late, she saw me. Quick, do something! Smile! With a great big smile, I raked my arm down the nearest shelf and filled my cart with a year's worth of toothpaste in an effort to cover the aforementioned items.

Crisis averted.

We stood in the aisle, chatted and caught up, eventually saying our goodbyes.

I strolled out of the aisle, circled back and checked to make sure my friend was gone. Whew. I put back the $400.00 worth of toothpaste I had put in my cart and went on my way.

But what should happen?

That's right. I ran into someone else I knew. This time it was my cousin. And her seven year old daughter. And her husband. (Oh for the love of Pete! Who's next?)

This time I didn't have time to knock products into my cart. So I did the only thing I could. I jumped in front of my cart, blocking their view and yammered away, talking about the latest news.

It never fails. I very rarely run into anyone I know. But when I do, it's when I'd rather not. Like when my cart is full of embarrassing items, or when I haven't bothered to put on make-up.

*sigh*

Please tell me this happens to you too.