Have you ever had one of those days? Yes, of course you have. We all have them from time to time. Even someone like Mary Richards whose life always seemed perfect once had one of those days.
Mary Richards was the character played by Mary Tyler Moore in her popular television show which ran from 1970 through 1977. I imagine it’s still around somewhere in re-runs.
I remember reading the story behind “Put On a Happy Face” — the episode where all went wrong for Mary. The writers had apparently heard a few comments about Mary’s seemingly-perfect life. Her hair was always perfect. She was always smiling. Others around her had problems, but nothing ever went wrong for her.
So, they wrote an episode in which she’s getting ready for the annual award banquet only to have one problem after another — a stained dress, a sprained foot, and — for once — a bad hair day.
The moral of that story, you see, is that, yes, anybody can have a bad day.
I certainly had one yesterday. It was actually comical because for some reason, nobody wanted to take my money. Well, that’s not really true, I guess, but it’s how I was beginning to feel.
It started when I headed out to finish up Christmas shopping. We wanted to pick up a few more gifts for grandkids, and yesterday the weather was as nice as it’s going to get this week. The temperature was close to 50 degrees (Fahrenheit, obviously) and the day was clear. Not sunny, but not gray and gloomy, either.
A perfect day to finish up my shopping. And also a perfect day to fill my car with gasoline. I’m normally very good about having gas in my car. When it gets down to the half-way mark, I head for the station and fill it up. But lately, I’d slacked off because the weather was cold, icy, and snowy.
So I pulled into the service station, put my card in the slot, and back came a message saying “Sale not allowed.” What was going on? I hurried inside and asked what the problem was. Turns out that particular pump no longer had a hose attached, other than for diesel. I hadn’t noticed.
“Just use a different pump,” was the response from the clerk. Sounds simple enough, right?
It wasn’t. One pump had a big OUT OF ORDER sign pasted across it, another was also roped off for some reason, which left only one working pump. I pulled in, tried to pump the gas, and got nowhere. That pump had gas, but only low octane. My old Celica is classed as a “high-performance sports car” and a regular gas pump won’t even fit. It’s got to be premium.
Yes, my car is old, but I love it. They don’t make Celicas anymore, so I’m holding on to mine.
At least I had enough gas in the car to get to Wal-Mart, my shopping destination. I gave up on getting gas and headed on to the store.
All went fairly well — at least as well as it can while shopping in a place that has a habit of moving everything around every week or so. Grocery shopping there can sometimes be challenging, but I wasn’t getting groceries. I was there to shop for presents, and I knew what I wanted to get.
Then as I strolled past the jewelry section, I saw a lovely display of watches. Our youngest grand-daughter is almost twelve, and I didn’t recall ever seeing her wear a watch. To be sure, I quickly called her mother and verified that Kaylee didn’t have one.
The one I found was perfect. Slender, delicate, brushed silver. Yes, absolutely perfect, and the price was reasonable.
But, guess what. I couldn’t buy it. I got up to the check-out, the clerk scanned it, and then she frowned. She called a manager who scanned it and frowned.
“I’m sorry, but it’s not available for sale,” she told me.
What? My mouth dropped open. “I just got it off the shelf,” I pointed out. Seriously, folks, why have something on the shelf if it’s not for sale?
No matter when or where I’d found it, it wasn’t for sale, she didn’t know why, but I couldn’t purchase it and that was that.
I paid for the rest of my items, took my cart to the friendly greeter, and asked him to watch it while I went back to find another watch. I did find another just like the first, and this time I asked a “Wal-Mart associate” as they’re called to scan it before I went to the check-out. She wasn’t actually from the jewelry department but from the fitting room area, but it’s always so hard to find a “Wal-Mart associate” I considered myself very lucky to have found her.
She scanned the watch, reported the price, and said “No problem.” No problem for her, but when I scanned it at one of the self-checkout registers, up flashed the message “Not available for purchase.”
I hate those self-checkout registers, by the way, but let’s talk about those another time.
I turned to the friendly “Wal-Mart associate” who was there to assist, asked her what the problem was, and after trying to scan it herself, she called her manager — who turned out to be the same lady from the previous register. Oh, she was snooty!
“I’ve already told her it’s not for sale,” she said with a huff. “She was just over here a few minutes ago.”
I politely pointed out that this was a different watch. She’d already kept the first one. So what was the deal? All I wanted to do was buy a watch, and would somebody please go with me to the jewelry department — since there wasn’t a “Wal-Mart associate” in the department — and help me find a watch that was actually for sale?
Snooty lady wasn’t happy about it, but she went with me, and I picked out another style. She scanned it and although I wasn’t sure that really told us anything, she trotted off, and I headed back to the self-checkout. That watch was for sale. I bought it.
Next I went to get my shopping cart with all my presents. Yes, it was still there, and I think maybe I was lucky on that. The greeter was chatting with another customer, and although I tried to get his attention several times to let him know I’d returned for my cart, he obviously didn’t hear me. Or maybe he was just ignoring me. Oh, well. I got my cart and headed out the door wondering how long it would be before he noticed it was gone.
Now, in case anyone reading this works for Wal-Mart, I want to say that I’m sure there are many wonderful “Wal-Mart associates” who are helpful and courteous. Maybe the associates I dealt with yesterday were also having one of those days.
I don’t know. It was just frustrating that I couldn’t fill my car’s gas tank, and I couldn’t buy a watch I wanted. Later, my husband and I drove to another station and he kindly put gas in the car for me, and meanwhile, I’ve decided that I don’t like the watch I bought. I still have the receipt, of course, so I’ll return it, and I’ll probably venture to another Wal-Mart store in the area to see if they have a better selection. If so, I just hope whatever watch I pick out really is for sale.