When I was in high school, my parents declared us a Non-Wal-Mart Family, for all the obvious reasons. However, both of them kept making clandestine visits there, occasionally indulging in a bargain purchase. Mom would remind me, "Please don't tell your father." "Let's keep this between you and me, just this once", my dad would ask. I'm so lucky that money has never been too tight in my family, but my parents did have three kids in three and a half years and there were those strange couple of months in 2002 where the only employed member of my family was my brother. Who was 17. And worked at the car wash.
I know this is the whole point, but I forgot how cheap everything is there!
Here in Southeastern Ohio, it's pretty much Wal-Mart or bust. (No Target? What is this, the third world?) My mom drove two and a half hours from Dayton because I'm certain the thought of me not having a vacuum cleaner had her losing sleep. So, we braced ourselves as the automatic doors gulped us into the fluorescent airplane hangar that is the Athens Wal-Mart Supercenter. I hadn't been in one in years. She insisted on paying but assured me that "I'm not going to take you out shopping again until you need baby stuff." Good one, ma.
This EIGHT DOLLAR wood tray table was part of the Wal-Mart bounty. It seems like a good satellite desk-like surface for when I'm doing research and my computer and books consume all available desk space. Or a breakfast table for the porch swing. Or a place to set my beer(s).
1 comment:
wow. this is my family as well.
there has long been a "no walmart" rule in our family.
until a couple of weeks ago when my mom "dropped in" for cheap bath towels.
she's hooked.
it's trouble all around.
living in marysville, it's pretty freaking hard to avoid. there are no other options. it's a sad day when you realize what everyone else has known all along:
walmart has chuck norris folders for $.34
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