Walmart.....a necessary evil

I've avoided this trip for two weeks. I'm now out of face soap, body wash, eye shadow, shavers, shaving cream, cleaning supplies, Q-tips and hair spray. Obviously you can see that I had no choice. I had to brave the crowds, and the crazy people hanging out in the parking lot trying to get me to donate, join their church group, or buy some tomales.
So I figured I would go right after dropping Paul off at work. It would be 8:00...no one would bother me and I could shop in peace. Walmart is the
NECESSARY EVIL in my life. Every time I go something bad happens and I regret going. So why do I keep feeling this gravitational pull toward the big blue sign. I don't know..maybe it's the marketing for cheap stuff.
So this morning I'm pretty excited to go to Walmart so that I can get home and shave my legs. My hair is getting out of control! My specific goal was to address the lack of shaving equipment.
Surprisingly I find everything I need, and I'm pretty proud of the cost. I go to the check out and I'm surprised again because I chose the right line to get into. I was impressed...no crazy coupon lady, no new checker, no product without a bar code, and alas no one with too many credit cards they can't decide which one to use. Paul would have been proud of my surveying skills! The person across from me wasn't so fortunate. As I exit a woman approaches me to discuss the next
religious meeting her church will be having for Easter...I should have given her a pass along card. I'm not too disturbed by this because my shopping experience went fairly well.
I get home and go about my daily routine. I get to the shaving part and there's NO shaving cream! I search the bags over several times hoping that I won't have to go out a get in my car with no gas and go to Walmart AGAIN! Twice in one day is too much for me to handle.
I come up with no shaving cream so I head back to Walmart. The parking lot is overflowing with anxious shoppers. I take a parking spot out back. I head to the customer service counter and the woman there tells me she has to check the register...she wants to make sure that I'm not trying to steal a 2$ bottle of shaving cream. Finally she comes back and tells me to go pick one off the shelves. At this point I'm starting to formulate in my brain how I can get Walmart to pay for this bottle after my inconvenience. I bring the bottle up front and get back in the line of 10 people for her to give me a receipt that means nothing.
As I'm in line I'm looking over my receipt and notice an item that says (disposable) and it costs 15$. I know for a fact I didn't but anything over seven dollars....and nothing that was called disposable!
I get to the front and she gives me the shaving cream. I point out the 15$ and she looks up the number. The shavers that I bought that were labeled 7$ are on my receipt as 15$. At this point I chose to walk away...I could have made my claim but I didn't. I'm not going back home to get the shavers to make a third trip! It was 11:30 I hadn't shaved my legs, I needed to get gas for the car, and I had a visiting teaching appointment at 12:00. My legs still aren't shaved.