Meanie

So we are in the middle of an October heatwave. Lame. I was hoping to put away the shorts for the season and get into some of my fashionable fall gear. Not yet, I guess. So, what has been going on? More of the usual. I am starting to feel like normal again after my sinus cold. Dillon has been suffering with the same crap, poor little guy. Alicia has been lucky so far and has not caught it. Work is busy as usual, we are still trying to get the kinks worked out of the high definition stuff. I have been riding here and there, some MTB and CX. I am going to hit up rockbridge after work tonight on the Intense. Here is a funny story. First off, I am trying to stop cussing. Ok, so Saturday, Alicia, D, and I head out to Wal Mart for an oil change. We usually go to Jiffy Lube, but the Mart is 5 bucks cheaper. So, we get there and they obviously have some non computer savy, illeterate type checking cars in. After 10 minutes of giving him our info, we are told it is going to take about an hour. So, we walked over to Old Navy to return a couple of things (by the way, their small t-shirts are really not small, they are BIG). Went over to shoe carnival. Did some shopping in Wal Mart. Keep in mind Dillon is with us, so he is getting fussy from being in the stroller. After an hour, we go back to the auto dept thinking our car would be ready. Not so. So, we wait around and A and I are trying to keep the little guy busy by letting him play with the demo car stereos and pushing buttons. Alicia goes up to the counter and asks how much longer and they told her an hour more. Nice! So we decide to get our car back and go to Jiffy Lube. Well, the counter person goes on a quest to get our car, and comes back and tells us she can't find the keys. Moron! By now I am doing a hard boil and getting very angry. About that time, our car is pulled in and hoisted up. So, I guess we are locked into waiting. So, we try to keep Dillon happy. Finally, after about 45 more minutes our car is done. I am so mad I can hardly see straight, so I let Alicia pay because I dont want to verbally bash the person behind the counter. They give us our keys and we go outside to get our car. It is still in the bay. So, we are standing out in the parking lot, waiting again. Finally, I couldnt take anymore. I walked into the bay and asked one of the lackeys to please pull our car out. Nicely. He just ignored me and started doing something else. Bad move. Anger overload. Another worker comes over and I said in a very angry tone to pull our car out right now, I dont mean later, right now. Hurry! He pulls our car out, and I start degrading him and Wal Mart in the lot and the rest of the employees. Well, he goes back in the bay and pulls the yellow chain across the opening. When he did this, he hit the hood of my car with the chain. I freaked. I started going off again and he told me that it didnt do anything, but I kept freaking out on him anyway. Alicia had already buckled D in the car and she was telling me to get in. So I got in, shut my door, only to look out my window and see another employee standing behind the chain, holding a big torque wrench, staring at me and bouncing the wrench in his palm. Like a jack in the box, I jumped out of the car and went over to him and asked him if he had anything he wanted to say to me and asked him if he wanted to come around the chain to say it. Obviously big man with the wrench didnt want any, so I belittled him too all the time trying to get him to cross the chain. Finally, I got back in the car again, unsatisfied with the way it ended. About that time a manager came out and told us never to come back. Nice. We informed her that we wouldnt ever darken their door again, and that they had absolutely no customer service. So yeah, I guess now I should be known as the Wal Mart bully. Moral of the story: dont go to Wal Mart. The bitterness of low quality customer service remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten. Anyway, throughout that whole exchange, I didn't utter a single cuss word. I guess I am not a completely bad person, just 99%.