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All in a day’s drama
By Moriah on June 26th, 2009
Welp, it’s happened. I peeled. My back looks like I have some sort of alarming skin disease. (Be a sweetie and pretend not to notice.)
So I did what every wise woman would do and spent my day at the pool yesterday, in the sun. (Trying to even out the light spots, you know.)
(I’m kidding. I had Andy slather me with spf 50 before I left. And I only used the tanning oil on my legs.)
(Kidding again. Calm down.)
So yes, we went swimming again yesterday, much to my kids’ delight. They’d live there if they could. (So would I.) And then we all took a nap and ate dinner at Sonic. There’s not much choice when you wake up near 6:00 and are getting stared down by three hungry preschoolers. That and we had to take Andy a set of keys, so we had to leave the house then anyway.
After Sonic, since it’s right by Walmart, I decided to stop in and get a few groceries because Andy is taking the “big” kids on a special outing today and I needed to pack them a lunch. We had just barely pulled into the parking lot when a green truck peeled down the next aisle, one boy attempting to jump into the passenger’s side door as the truck was moving (as in, he almost got run over), and Walmart employees running furiously out of the store, attempting to catch the hooligans. (The truck won.)
When we walked in I asked the Walmart greeter what had happened and she said there were about 4 of them, high-schoolish boys, who had stolen some beer. Nothing like redneck drama for an exciting Thursday night.
Later, driving home, I spotted the same green truck, pulled over off the highway at a trailhead. I considered getting involved but decided it was against my interests, having my three precious babies buckled into the backseat.
I’ll let Walmart handle their own stolen beer.
5 Responses to “All in a day’s drama”
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I’d have to agree with you there. The time I saw teenagers steal beer, they were on foot. Desperate I suppose.
Not as exciting as our Walmart. I’m sure you heard on the news, but we had a shooting, and they killed the armed guard. It was crazy. But not teenagers.
I remember those trips to that Wal-mart…nothing like Tennessee rednecks! But it stinks not having a Super Wal-mart within 50 miles up here in the north….
That IS redneck. Wow.
Ok, what is it with Walmart. we had drama this week,too, with my hub vowing to NEVER go in the joint again! hate that place.