This was going to just be a status update, but there was just too much to say. So, it shall be a short blog posting.
Nothing good really ever happens at Wal-Mart. But, for me, this takes the cake. Here goes:
I stopped off at Wal-Mart today (rather hesitantly) just to get a few photos printed. As I entered the mega store I realized that my bladder was jut a little too full to enjoy the walk back to the photo center. So.... I stopped off at the latrine. Upon entering I realize that it is rather busy. So I bent over to do the "foot check" to try and make out which stalls were occupied. As I stood up (rather quickly I might add) I bashed my skull with some serious force on a hand dryer protruding from the wall. Normally, one would be embarrassed by such a blunder. However, I was in so much pain that embarrassment would have been a waste of energy. I braced myself on the wall with one hand and checked for blood (repeatedly) with my other hand. I was sure I had gashed it right open. I didn't. However, it took me a moment to regain my composure as it actually made me dizzy. After I'd come around a little bit, I realized there was a girl next to me looking at me like she was waiting for me to fall and might try to catch me if that happened. "Oh my god are you okay?" She asked VERY seriously. "I'm not sure" I said with equal sincerity. So I pulled it together after a minute or two and made my way to the center stall... BIG mistake.
I assumed the "hover" position and attempted to do what I had originally planned to do. Soon after, (sweet lord) the stall to the left of me was occupied with a frantic woman who almost as soon as she shut the door blew up the toilet with a major case of the trots. Not even a single courtesy flush. As if I wasn't in hell already, the stall to the right of me was simultaneously occupied by someone who was vomiting so violently I almost called 911 from my own stall. Keep in mind, this would be intolerable to anyone... However, I am pregnant and this experience represented what eternal hellish torment would be like. It was awful. I was in such a panic to get out of there I almost walked straight through the stall door without unlatching it first. Turns out the chick vomiting was an employee. I went straight to the cashier manager and told them that one of their own needs to go home... STAT. This is not something you can make up. I wish it weren't true. Moral of the story... Wal-Mart really is the devil.
