I was in dear Walmart yesterday wandering aimlessly. I stopped to wash my hands, and the the song playing in the restroom was "I want candy". I'm sure you know the one, that irritating, unending, painfully repetitive one. After a moment a cell phone began ringing in one of the stalls... The ring tone was the theme song from the cheese ball '80s movie, "Smokey and the Bandit"! Oh wow. What a hilarious mixture.
After a good hour of killing time and getting lost, I wandered over to the very farthest cash register. I was just getting a few things, one of them was precious white-out. I should own stock in white-out. When this elderly cashier grabbed the little bottle, glanced at me and said, "How old are you?" I'm like, "uhhhhhh why?"
I was informed that she would need to "card me" if I wanted to buy the white-out! Really?? Since when do you get carded for purchasing office supplies? Oh well. It gave me a good laugh anyway :)
It seems like every time I'm in Walmart something funny happens. Even if it is mildly lame... >_>
After running errands with my mom and baby brother for a couple hours, he was ready for a good old car nap. He needed some help though. So I kindly pulled my electric guitar out of it's case and put him to sleep with Skillet, Flyleaf, Kutless, Switchfoot, and Thousand Foot Krutch. This boy is born to rock I tell you! He's already got beat. I'm thinking drummer. Maybe bass.