As I entered Walmart, I heard a pleasant chime sound.
The greeter faced me and welcomed me to Walmart.
I needed to pick up a few things.
(I actually took a picture of these things ~ well, not the pepsi, as I drank it. But I've
been trying to post this since Thursday. Blogger refused to save anything I wrote. Now I can't get my pictures downloaded. That's not blogger's fault, by the way.)
As I left, I heard that pleasant chime sound again.
I assumed it was a way to let the greeter know that people had entered the store.
Think of a doorbell sound.
No sooner had I reached my car than I remembered the real reason I went shopping.
This is what I really needed.
When I changed mine ~ from January ~ I didn't have any more.
You might be thinking that 6 months isn't too bad for the filter.
But it was January, 2010.
As I entered the store for the second time, I heard that lovely chime again.
This time the greeter asked me what I had in my purse that was setting off the
lovely chime alarm. She said she had heard it each time I came/left.
I had no clue.
Fortunately, I have an honest face.
Walmart didn't have the size I needed.
As I left, I heard that l
ovely chime pesky alarm again.
Here is my next stop.