Shopping at Wal-Mart

Saturday Kathy and I went shopping at Wal-Mart.  Our church is gathering food for our missionaries in Venezuela, Jason and Sarah Sykes.  My wife picked up 2 pounds of rice and put it in the cart.  I picked up another one and added it to the cart.  Kathy got powdered milk.  I put it back and got the giant sized one.  And then we both got into the spirit of giving.  It was great!  I thought of how we in America were blessed and how Jason’s people had so little in Venezuela.  Then I found two solar landscaping lights marked down.  And then we had to get our own stuff.  Finally, our cart was full.  But the check-out lines were backed up.  So I went to the self-check-out.  A big mistake.  I scanned and bagged all of the Venezuela stuff, but the scanner locked up at the discounted lights.  The attendant tried to help, but she put in the wrong code and she got locked out.  Her supervisor tried to help, but couldn’t.  She said, “I’ll just have to reboot the computer.”  The frustrated attendant motioned me over to her station and finished scanning in the rest of my stuff.  It came to $32.  I said, “But you didn’t get the other things that I already had rung up.”  She shrugged and said, “Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.”  I began to protest, but she glared and said through her teeth, “Thank you for shopping at Wal-Mart.”  She was obviously done with me.  So, Jason and Sarah got their food for free.  $62 worth of free food.  “Thank you (dear Lord) for shopping at Wal-Mart.”