1. Yesterday I went to Wal Mart to buy a watch battery. There was no one behind the jewelry counter, so I had someone paged to come and help me....... three times. No one ever showed up and I left mad. Was there NO ONE in the store who was authorized to sell me a battery? Very strange. Usually they want my money.
2. I need a wiper for the rear window of my Mariner. The blade is 10 inches. I have checked multiple stores and have not found a 10 inch blade. The people at Auto Zone yesterday were very helpful. The guy talked to me about wiper blades and explained why the one I was trying to buy wouldn't work. Apparently I can only get the exact one I need from the dealership. Even though the Auto Zone guy was 100 times nicer than the people at Wal Mart, he still wouldn't take my money.
I'm starting to get a complex. What's wrong with my money? Is my money the kid on the playground that no one will play with? Will my money be forever left out of all the reindeer games? Poor thing. I'm just going to cuddle it and comfort it and let it know how much I love it. I'm guessing my noney just doesn't fit in because its so much smaller than all the others.
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