Redneck chaos in Central Florida

Current mood: broke

Drove up to Wal-Mart today and parked outside the automotive door. I hate going to Wal-Mart and I hate going in the front door with a passion. Redneck chaos in Central Florida.

I figured that if I go in the automotive door, then I could make a quick trip to the car section to grab some interior wipes (for collecting dog fur between trips to the car wash).

Should have been about $4.99 plus tax.

Oh no no no. That's not how things work at Wal-Mart. You go in for one item, you leave with a double arm load.

I know you know what I'm talking about. You've been there. Done that. Went in for soap and left with a new flat panel. Went in for orange juice and left with a ham.

I mean, it just happens. I've come to accept it.

So, what should have been $4.99 plus tax turned into $47.56.

In the three shopping bags that I carried out the automotive door, I had one stuffed weiner dog with hearts on it's sides. Dang stupid marketing ploys. Who the heck puts Valentine's plushes in the middle of the automotive section?

Actually, I suppose it was probably out of place. It was a lone plush just sitting there on the display counter where the binoculars were. I imagine some kid carried it half way around the store before Mom finally said, "Put it back."

When I saw it, I immediately thought of my little Beau dog.

So now, after a $47.56 trip to Wal-Mart, my Beau has a new toy for Valentine's Day. Geez, a trip to the dog park and a new toy all in one day... he must be kinda special.

Check out the video I made of him playing with the new toy. And pardon my Minnie Mouse voice - I tend to get all babytalk when I'm playing with Beau.

Beau and his Valentine's Dog