For some odd reason whenever I go into a Wal-Mart I immediately spend half of my time helping old men find what they need.
Other grocery stores, not so much.
Wal-Mart, all day long.
I'm about two old men from setting up a table in the store and taking questions formally.
For instance, the week after we moved here a couple who has been living here needed help finding pickled green beans. I had to tell them Wal-Mart didn't carry them, tell them what store did, and then give them directions.
Remember I've only lived here literally a month.
Not 15 minutes later the same couple hunts me down in produce to ask another question, and it somehow turns into me telling them all about the Farmer's Market on Tuesdays.
Same day, different old man : he couldn't find the crab boil. I had to tell him what isle.
Fast forward to today.
I've been avoiding Wal-Mart like the plague, people just think I come in there to talk apparently.
Dang Southern manners!
Anyway, yet another old man wants something. Upholstery cleaner... for his car. But he didn't want the automotive, so I had to walk him to the cleaners and then give me my opinion on each one.
I'm just short of following these people home and helping them with things.
Funny thing though is that when Jeremy is with me no one really bothers me, but when I'm alone you'd think I was paid staff at Wally World just to help people locate goods.
I'll just blame it on how I was raised, Southern ladies are supposed to smile, say hello, and be friendly with everyone. That combination apparently means you're easy to talk to and look like you want to help.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I just think it's funny that I spend more time in the store helping old men than I do shopping. I love helping people out and meeting new people. It makes this place feel more like my hometown, people here are much friendlier than other places we've lived.
However, next time you're at Wal-Mart and can't find something just come looking for my table. I'll be setting it up soon.