No, I do not want to go to Wal-Mart

There are two questions that annoy me to no end when my parents ask them. They know the answer, and know asking annoys me, but they do it anyway. One is for another day, but for the sake of today's blog, here's the one I will be discussing, "Do you want to go to Wal-Mart with me."

To which that answer is not only "NO" it is, well, you can figure it out.

Yes, I said I needed to go to the grocery store last night. Yes, I said I needed to get out of the house and do something today. BUT...

#1 I'm not sure what religion this falls under, but going to Wal-Mart in Corsicana on a Saturday is against mine.

#2 Going to Wal-Mart with my mother is an all day event, and not one I enjoy. I don't enjoy going to Wal-Mart period.

So, she calls up this morning asking, "do you want to go to Wal-Mart with me?"

"No, I'd have to straighten, curl or do something to my hair before going out in public. Plus, I'm trying to finish something work-related. If I go to Wal-Mart this weekend, it may be tomorrow night after church. That is how little I want to go to Wal-Mart."

I'd rather go to Brookshire's, spend a little more money even though I'm broke, and not have to mess with the parking lot, crowds and the drive back around Corsicana (because the crazy people in this town cannot drive) than to go to Wal-Mart. And if she was looking for a mother-daughter outing, then she should have looked harder because she SHOULD know that is about the last thing I want to do.

Then, she usually gets mad because I don't want to go. She doesn't want to go, why should I?

I really need to go find something to do. But, I won't be going to Wal-Mart.


kalea_kane said…
A weekend at Walmart is a ticket to a migraine in my house. My husband literally gets twitchy. :) I don't blame you! :)