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Walmart Adventures

Last week, I became acquainted with several gentlemen at my local Walmart Auto Shop. Monday, it was an oil change for James’ car. Tuesday, it was to order tires for my “new” Jeep Cherokee. I was run into a ditch about thirty minutes after we had the oil change on Monday. Yes, I’m all right. Just some bumps, bruises and sore muscles. Saturday, I went in because the steering wheel on my van had a bad vibration in it. I walked in and Bruce said, “You must really like it here!”

They were going to balance and rotate the tires, so I decided to do my shopping. When I had arrived at Walmart, the skies were dark and the wind had picked up. By the time I went to the front of the store to grab a basket, it had started pouring rain.

As the rain crashed down on the tin roof, I wandered over to the garden department. There were two ladies standing near the register. “Excuse me,” I said to them, “I realize that this is probably a moot point, considering it’s raining. But I need a watering can for my flowers.”

They both cracked up. One of the ladies led me to the aisle I needed. “You’re so funny,” she told me between giggles. “That was a good one. You totally made my day.”

I said, “I have a better one. When my son was younger, I used to send him to the mailbox to check the mail on the holidays. I’d wait until he was almost to the box, then I’d say, ‘Oh wait, it’s a holiday. There’s no mail today, James.’ ‘That’s not funny, Mom!’ The lady cracked up at that one, too. I mentioned it to James the other night, and his response was about the same as it was back then. He still doesn’t think it’s funny.

Spreading joy wherever I go, what can I say?

It’s Monday! Make someone laugh today!


I have always loved to read, and carry a book with me wherever I go. I’ve written for several online sites, doing book reviews and author interviews. After graduating in 2000 from West Texas A&M with a Bachelor’s degree, I was a teacher for a while before deciding my destiny was to write, not to mold young minds. Writing for me is like taking an exciting journey, or going on a welty, as my parents say. I don’t know where my stories are going to take me. I just hang on and enjoy the ride.

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