To set the story properly, I have a photo. Obviously I care about y’all a lot because taking a picture of your own vehicle in the Walmart parking lot is a little douchey, but I did it anyway. I tried to pass it off like I was holding the phone up to see the screen in the sunlight, but I’m not sure I pulled it off.
Anyway, Random Guy at Walmart saw me park and walk away from this (my Can-Am’s still in the back because my husband picked it up from the shop last night):
Random Guy at Walmart: “Your husband lets you drive those around?”
Me, in my head: Wait…what? Did he really just say that? It’s bad enough I have to scrounge through the leftover school supplies because the teachers decided to add to the freakin’ list, but now I’ve got to deal with random morons?
Me, out loud: “Only when I make him sandwiches.”
Random Guy at Walmart: *looks confused*
Me: “It’s my truck. My ATV. Nobody lets me drive them.”
Random Guy at Walmart looks at the four-wheeler and back at me: “No, really.”
Me: “Yes, really. But I let my husband drive them if he makes me sandwiches.”
Random Guy at Walmart figures out I’m the Crazy Lady at Walmart and walks away.
Next year, I don’t care what kind of list the school sends over the summer. I’m not buying school supplies until I get the lists from the teachers. There are way too many random people at Walmart.