…don’t go to WalMart. Brent and I are going to the beach in July with my family and I wanted to get a beach chair so I can start working on my tan. I figured WalMart would have one, right? They have everything. Wrong. We searched all over WalMart and couldn’t find one. Brent was getting annoyed and told me to just ask someone. We happened to be in the camping department, so I asked the closest employee. This is how the conversation went:
Me: Can you tell me where the beach chairs are?
The Guy: At the beach.
[Long awkward pause. I thought he was joking and kinda laughed. He was very serious.]
The Guy: Do you know where you are? We are not at the beach. We are in the camping section. We don’t have beach chairs. Are you looking for a lawn chair?
Me: No, I’m looking for a beach chair.
The Guy: What’s the difference?
Me: I want to be able to lie flat on a chair.
The Guy: You may want to check in the Lawn and Garden center.
Me: Ok, thanks!
Do you really think I don’t know where I am? I realize that I am in North Alabama, but it’s not far from the beach and there are many people that vacation at the beach during the summer. WalMart has beach towels, sand toys, floats, sunscreen…all essentials for a beach trip, so I think it’s pretty reasonable to look for a beach chair. I guess I will just get one at Al’s 5 and Dime when I get down there. In the meantime, I will lay on the concrete patio on top of a towel. Hmm, sounds very comfortable and relaxing.