Every life is made up of milestones, specific moments that you can look back on later and say “that was a high point” or “that was one of the hard ones.” Weddings, promotions, deaths, and break-ups – these are the events that together tell the story of who we are.
I’m going to go ahead and chalk “the day your husband called to tell you Wal-Mart had your house towed” as one in the low column.
There is something especially humbling about the place you live being deemed unfit for a Wal-Mart parking lot. This is the place that sells feet washers designed to “rid you of the hassle of bending over!” This is where low, low prices for cheap, cheap crap was invented! This is the place that launched an entire website dedicated to customers who can’t keep their pants over their butt cracks!
And yet the place my family and I call home was towed away without so much as a phone call.
A moment of clarification: I live in an RV. And, OK, that sounds a little tacky, but it’s not that bad because we live in an RV so that we can TRAVEL THE WORLD! Fine. The United States. And only the connected states. My point is, we are living in a portable trailer on purpose so that we can spend a year touring America together. Like the Beatles.
We recently pulled our RV into a Wal-Mart parking lot outside of Memphis so that we could spend a couple of weeks getting reacquainted with my best friend and her family. They live in a fancy high-rise downtown, where there is no room for an RV. We called the closest Wal-Mart and asked if we could park our RV in their lot, and they said yes.
And then the bastards had it towed.
I’m officially boycotting Wal-Mart.
(And ponying up the cash for a self-storage unit the next time we need a temporary parking spot for our house.)
Humiliation loves company: What was your most recent low point?
About Britt Reints
they are idiots! Here they are advertising Lay away is back for Christmas, all over the placE? but when you walk in the local store? “I’m sorry we have no space for lay away this year”
Like the Beatles? Who’s Ringo?
Down here I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Wal-Mart that didn’t have signs in the parking lot that said “No Overnight Parking”. Glad you guys got it back ok.
And most embarrassing was when I just recently fessed up to being related to someone who was indirectly duped(I hope) into aiding the terrorists on 9/11.
Twitter Name: blondefabulous
Oh honey the low points of my life usually end up being the funniest things EVER. I mean you and I girlfriend? We are Iowa through and through. We are married to Mr. Jimmy Rigg. And honestly? It’s a pretty fun ride (if you like duct tape, bungee cords and an assortment of left over screws and nails holding you together ;) ).
Hang in there, I promise this will be funny…. at least for your kids to tell THEIR kids. :P
Ooo…that is a low point. I haven’t had any really bad ones recently but now that I’ve typed that, I’m expecting something fantastically low so stay tuned.
Twitter Name: uppoppedafox
I’am not surprise when everything is made in china!!!
My recent low? Perhaps my unabashed excitement at having my first sale at my Zazzle store. I’ll net a whole $1.08. Oh well. If that’s my lowest point, I’ll take it!
Twitter Name: msmegan
That is seriously the craziest true story I’ve ever heard. And my low point? Hmmm, I’ve had so many… how about when the HGTV producers came into my house to scout it for a make-over show and crowed “This is the best Before shot we’ve ever seen!”
lots of people boycott walmart, but this is a new one! love it!!
WHAT???
Oh honey. Maybe they just wanted to get a mention? I’ve seen vehicles abandoned in our Wally parking lot for weeks and they can’t be bothered, yet your nicely maintained, called ahead, vehicle gets towed? boo
Umm, I humiliate myself on a daily basis because I’m a klutz and have a blurting problem… This amuses me, tho. I’m glad you got your house back!
Twitter Name: lovenursing
I can’t believe I am putting this out on the interwebs for all to see. My low point was the night when my husband and I were chaperoning the senior prom and I, in my haste to relieve myself before having a major urinary accident, inadvertently walked into the wrong bathroom (unoccupied at the time). I was in the stall when I realized my mistake, and I was hiding, waiting for everyone to leave, when a security guard came in after me. I think someone saw the open toed shoes with the pretty pedicure from under the door and reported that there was something hinky going on.
In my defense, the sign indicating that it was a men’s room was on the far side of the door, so as soon as I saw the visible handicapped icon next to the restroom sign, I popped in expecting a one seater. I ducked really quickly into the stall, so I didn’t see the urinals on the other side of the room.
Twitter Name: MamaKaren