to be crabby. Yesterday in the grocery store the lady in front of me, in the check out line, was truly ticked off by the fact that one of the six items she had picked up was not included in the sale. It was a brand that was not on sale. Now, she wasn't mifted with herself for picking up a Betty Crocker cake mix when it was Duncan Hines that was on sale. She was mad that the grocery store hadn't placed the sale signs properly; although the sale signs prominently stated Duncan Hines. Then she got confused about how many packages of meat she could buy at the sale price. She thought it was six but the store was limiting it to four per customer. I know because it said so on the sale sign. Another one she didn't bother to read. She stood there ranting at the poor cashier about how it was sneaky advertising, paid for the few groceries she wanted, left the box of errant box of cake mix and two packages of meat with the cashier and stormed out the doors.
People like that customer are the reason I begin my Christmas shopping in February and try to finish by early November. I have to go shopping at Walmart tomorrow. I'm taking my husband with me. Please pray for us.