Last night I was in search of some special chemicals to treat the water for my fish. It seems they have “Ick.” My boyfriend said that I have to buy a bottle of this stuff called “Soppersafe.” I don’t know why they call it that. I wish I had paid more attention in chemistry class in school.
So I found the Coppersafe at the pet store next to WalMart, and I thought, since I’m all the way over here I might as well go to WalMart and pick up a few things so I don’t have make another trip over this way.
Big mistake. That place was jam packed with weird and crazy people. The aisles were crowded, people were bumping into me – I HATE that! – and I couldn’t find the right size or the right color or the right flavor of whatever I was looking for. The lines to check out were huge. I said “Fuck it!” and left my basket in the line and walked out of the store. I don’t need all that cheap crap bad enough to stand in line for 40 minutes to pay them for it.
