Mavis and Daryl at Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve

What’s more insane than Target on the Saturday before Christmas?

How about Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve?

Oh yea, baby.

You ask, And what’s wrong with you this year?

Yea, I don’t know.

Anywho, I had to go to Wal-Mart today to pick up some Wal-Mart gift cards for my nephews. They live in my small hometown that doesn’t have any place to shop (or socialize, for that matter) except Wal-Mart. And I usually buy my gift cards at Kroger except that Kroger doesn’t carry Wal-Mart cards.

Thus, the trip to Wal-Mart on Christmas Eve.

I knew I was in trouble when I got behind Mavis and Daryl in the 20 items or less line. I’m sure they had at least 21 items and Checker Girl took forever to ring their order.

So then, Mavis pulls out a 24-pack of Milwaukee’s Best canned beer. Checker Girl zaps the beer.

Mavis turns to Daryl. “Did you see that?”

“See what?”

“That was $12-something.”

“Twelve? It was supposed to be $6-something.”

“Do you want me to get it? If I get it, I ain’t getting any gas.”

“No. Put it back.”

“Do you want it? ‘Cause I ain’t getting any gas.”


This back-and-forth continues with Daryl saying it’s fine to put the beer back, while Mavis is pledging to forgo essential fuel for this horrible swill.

I wanted to pipe up and say that if you are going to sacrifice essentials, it should at least be for some high quality beer. I mean, I’d rather “splurge” on some Diet Moutain Dew than Milwaukee’s Best, and really, Diet Moutain Dew is far better.

So, I’m kind of thinking Daryl has won this little argument and the family will, after all, get gas for the car when Mavis puts the 24-pack back in the cart.

“You decided to get it?” I asked her.

“Yea. That’s his Christmas present. He better not ask me for nothing else.”

Merry Christmas, Mavis and Daryl. I hope that Milwaukee’s Best was good while you were walking home from Wal-Mart.