I’m not weird. You’re weird.
You remember when you were in school and the teacher had a question you didn’t know the answer to? You would look down and your desk and pretend like you weren’t there, hoping the teacher wouldn’t call on you? Yeah, that’s how I’ve been with that meme where you list some weird things about yourself. I’ve been trying to pretend like I’m not here, like an ostrich with her head in the sand. But Lance at Dad 2 Twins wasn’t fooled. He called me out. Which is so odd, because I’m sure he is aware there is nothing weird about me. 
But if I have to list something, here’s my six:
1. I have an aversion to odd numbers. I cannot stand to have the volume on my TV at an odd number. The heat is set at 68, 70 or 72. Never 69 or 71. That’s just a few examples.
2. I could so easily be one of those people who never leaves their house. When I’m in unfamiliar places my heart beats faster, my brain stops functioning and palms getting sweaty.
3. I refuse to shop at Wal-Mart. Out. right. refuse. One time I was waiting in line to checkout. I had already been in line for nearly ten minutes and there was still four people ahead of me. They have like 100 checkout lanes, but they only have like 3 of them open at a time. And in the meantime there were three teenage girls who were “working” at some stand where they put hangers. I say “working” because if you call standing around a pole that collects hangers and giggling working then that’s what they were doing. So I said “fuck this” out loud and walked out with my ice cream just melting all over the cart and all the other items in my full cart. I pay higher prices at Target because I value my time more then the cents I would save at Wal-Mart.
4. I hate chocolate. I’ll give you a minute to pick yourself off the floor. Everybody thinks that’s weird that I don’t like chocolate. I don’t know why. I do, however, very much enjoy sugar. I could eat Sour Patch Kids, Hot Tamales and Fireballs all day long. Oh, and vanilla ice cream. Oh, oh and cheesecake. I heart cheesecake.
5. I will stop eating if somebody touches my food and/or plate. Even if it’s just a french fry that somebody grabbed off my plate, I don’t care. I won’t eat anything else on my plate. So if we’re out to dinner don’t pick off my plate or you’ve just ruined my meal. And then I’ll be grumpy because I really like food.
6. I freak out whenever somebody touches my feet, which made the pedicure I got a while back a lot of fun.
Ok, I shared my weirdness. Now it’s your turn. I’m tagging Necole and Staci and You!
I’m sure the real reason you don’t shop at Walmart was because your were the 5TH person in line.
I used to know somebody who couldn’t stand to have their feet touched either. I totally get the food/plate thing, tho I’m probably not as freaked about it as you.
About #3 — it is a common mistake in thought that just because one works at WM, one can run the register. Not true. Most refuse to learn because then they will be pulled from their respective departments, and once that happens, they fall behind in what they HAVE to get done by the end of their shift, and WM hates overtime, so they will TAKE your hours from you or knock down your hours the following week. Anyone trying to make a living there can’t afford that, so they just won’t get trained. So just seeing other employees around doesn’t mean they can help you
And I’ve had customers get mad at me previously when I’d be standing in line with my smock thrown over my arm, trying to buy milk after my shift.
“Why doesn’t SHE go open another lane?” Uh, because I already did my 8 hours and would like to go home, too!
Reminding me to edit my cashier book
I see your point. I’ve heard that Wal-Mart is not always the best employer. But in this case these girls obviously had some free time on their hands. A receptacle for hangers doesn’t need three girls to man it. I’m not really sure why it even needs one, but I don’t work there so I don’t know. If these girls were on break they should have taken it to the break room. If they were on the clock then they should have at least made an attempt to look busy. [I think looking busy is a lessson we all quickly learn in our working lives ;)] Gossiping in front for many, many increasingly irate customers is not a good thing. And the fact that management can’t seem to get schedules worked out to have enough cashiers is a problem for me. I have never had to stand in line for long at Target or Hy-Vee. When there are around three people in a line the cashier calls for backup and backup comes. In this case I value my time more than the money I would save at Wal-Mart.
That being said, my husband does a lot [actually most] of our shopping and he shops at Wal-Mart. But if I run to the store, it’s definitely not Wal-Mart for me.