A Time Bundle Requested on Register Nine

I am bursting my Blogging Out of the House Virginity.  I don't know why I don't more often lounge in coffee shops buzzing about life and how important my opinions on it are, like the rest of us, but oh wait...that's right.  I usually have my darling daughter with me who's random bursts of trivial life matters have stellar radar for when I am trying to think.  

I can't think anyway at the moment as I need to return to the house in which I dropped her off a couple of hours ago.  The plan was to come on down to my old hood in Bethel where I enjoyed many a moment over 3 years ago, boot the kid far into the party and leave skid marks on the way out of that driveway.  Then go to Walmart to pick up a purchase that I made online yesterday.  YES I said Walmart. Walmart of Evil.  Walmart of Filth.  Walmart of The Melting Pot's sewers.  Because I am a broke ass.  And I needed to purchase all kinds of gifts, school supplies, pay bills blah diggy dang di dang di blah diggy.  So she needed this backpack and will shrivel into the cave for Neglected Kids of the world if she didn't get a Monster High back pack.  Well it wasn't in stock online.  So I had her pick out Hello Kitty.  

I thought I was so smart.  Order it at Walmart, it'll be in stock and I'll just barely even shut off my car to pop in and out like a commercial would portray.  I got in the wrong line.  You don't go to the Customer Service line for that shizz.  No no....you wait in that line though for about 15 minutes and then are told to go to the back of the store for pick up.  OH.  Ok.  No problem.  Why give a hassle, right? Not their fault that I didn't know where to go.  Back of the store.  Now I'm standing there with the rest of the school supplies that she needed as well.  But I happened to find One single Monster High backpack on my travels in the store.  So I thought...well, same price, let's trade.  The girl had an A rating in kindness since she saw the mood of my blue Bic pen (they don't do so well upside down I guess) and handed me a pen and said that I could have it, holding my explosive Bic with a velvet touch all the way to the garbage.  She did take forever to find the Hello Kitty backpack though.  She reversed the charges on my card then said we'd have to trek over to sporting goods to purchase the new backpack.  Of course she needed someone to sign on to the register for her. "Be right back!" (I'm glad I brought a book).  She came back with company, signed on, rang up all the other stuff, got the back pack and...AND... ANDDDDDDD.....there was no price on it.  "Be right back!"  

I got a hair cut, watched my kid graduate high school and became a grandmother for the 2nd time. But it was worth the wait because really, the back pack was four dollars cheaper than the other one.  After swiping my debit card, the machine asked me if I'd like cash back.  I searched hard for the Would You Like Your Time Back option but they aren't advanced enough yet.  We can send something accurately to Mars, clone sheep and make Harry Potter movies look real but we can't have a Time Reimbursement option?

All in all, my relaxing day in the hood was reduced by an hour because I bought a backpack online Ahead of Time for store pick up.

Wow, how odd....after not being in the area for three years, it's like it never happened.  A kid that I used to see all the time here (when Here was in the old location down the road) just walked in.  We said Hi as if indeed, I got not just my hour back but the last few years too.  

So after answering a few more emails from FLIP (so sweet!  NOT!) and shaking my iced coffee a few times to rejoin those flavors of vanilla and cinnamon with my coffee, this concludes our very first mobile blog.  

Man, I hate phantom commands.  I went to simply type something, hit a button and a Comcast home page burst up in front of me.  I'd love an option to call on that says Here's What You Did Last to Get You the Bizarre and Seemingly Unrelated Result in Front of You.  Undo?