#2 on aisle 7

So...I have tried really hard. Really, really hard. Every sensible bone in my body says I am being silly and it is the wisest choice. But it all comes down to one emotion.

I hate our local Wal-mart.

Up until now it has just been based on stories of gang activity in the parking lot, insane drivers, incompetent workers, terrible parking, and smooshed grapes littering the produce area. Yet the prices ARE the lowest.

But now I have all the ammo I need to assuage my former guilt. Prepare yourselves readers. Put down what you are eating because our horrific tale begins on a lovely breezy afternoon not unlike today...

Hubby and I loaded up our two kids to go in search of "Woody" sunglasses for our two year old son. He kept fighting with his sister over her princess ones so it was clearly time for his own. Hubby, who had no problem with the local Wal-mart, suggested we look there as he needed some sporting clays as well. Upon our arrival and mile trek to the front door, a pair of Toy Story sunglasses were found and comfiscated by our son. On to the hunting aisle and where our casual afternoon takes a dark and squishy turn.

I was tagging behind since my companions A) have legs two feet or less in length and B)discovered the toy aisle. The timing could not have been more perfect as I turned to meet hubby in the hunting aisle only to see the look of total shock on his face followed by a strong whiff of the problem.

He had stepped in a log of poop.

Human poop.

Trust me. We know what animal poop looks and smells like at our house and this wasn't it!

I would have found the situation pretty funny except for a couple of facts:

1. I could smell it.

2. I was driving my car.

I will spare you the subsequent nausea-inducing details of getting home and hosing down the offending shoe.

Let's just end our story on the happy note that a few extra dollars at Target is worth not stepping in a log of human feces.

The End.