Every time I go to Wal-Mart I swear I will never return. Yet I always do. Tonight we needed some food basics but I also needed a padlock for my locker at school. I had gone to Target (Tar-Jay) earlier in the day and they were out of skim milk (seriously) and had a very small selection of locks. I was hoping for a cool one. So I dragged Steve to Wal-Mart thinking we could get the milk and lock in one trip. I should have known better. First, I couldn’t find any damned locks! What’s the deal with locks being so hard to find? I expected a selection of them with the school supplies (makes sense to me) but they were not to be found so I wandered over to the hardware section. I walked up and down every isle from the hunting section to automotive and couldn’t find anything that resembled a lock. I also couldn’t find a sales associate to save my life. When I finally found one, unpacking pillows in the housewares section, she was less then helpful. She pointed over to the direction of hardware and said, “they’d probably be over there.” I then asked if anyone was in the area as I had not been able to locate said locks and she said, “well, there should be someone over there.” Thanks. I found another elderly woman in a blue Wal-Mart smock helping a college-age man with some hardware. When I approached her about the locks, she stated that she normally didn’t work in this department. I was on fire by now. Then I saw them. The infamous locks. A tiny selection (I thought I was in a SUPER center) located along the back wall. I thanked her for her lack of help and stated that I had found the locks. She then found it necessary to follow me over there to make sure I got exactly what I needed. The answer was no, I didn’t get exactly what I needed (something cool) but these plain, boring Master locks would do. I just wanted the hell out of there. We got our milk, salad mix and some assorted school supplies and we were gone. This time I swear I will never return. Famous last words.