Why change is bad.

Why I will never go out of my comfort shopping level and go to a "less expensive" grocery store:

The husband and I decided to give a different grocery store a try because I was told by a very reliable source that this grocery store was less expensive then the ones we normally frequent and are quite use to.

So we went.

We did find some good deals but I"m not 100% sure we found the best deals. I really think we could have gotten the same stuff at our normal stores and either paid the same or less.... but I'm getting away from my "real" story.

While in the checkout line the husband and I started unloading our shopping cart. For some reason the women that was just before us had moved to a longer line.... yeah I thought it was weird too. Until I noticed the commotion from the women who was already being checked out. Her 3-4 year old son was standing in seat of the shopping basket crying. The mother was acting all weird. Only then did I notice what was on the floor just below the cart. Tons of brownish yellow drops. Still not quite processing what was going on, I watched with intrest as the husband unloaded the cart onto the checkout belt. The mother was grabbing paper towels from the bagger and yelling at her son - crying in the seat of the cart. Then she lifted up his pant leg, yelled some more. Signed the reciept for her grocery's and quickly left the store. The yellowish drops still infront of our now empty cart. Only then did the reality and smell of what I was watching hit me. The little kid has squirted in his shorts and the contents were all over the shopping cart and the floor! And the smell was disgusting. I had to get out of the aisle as quickly as possible! Trying to climb over my clueless husband and get out of the checkout stand fast enough proved to be very hard. He didn't understand what was going on and I couldn't tell him because I'm pretty sure if I spoke I would be throwing up and the poor checker and bagger would have shit and throw up to deal with.

So I got far enough away to watch the bagger clean up the squirts from the floor then spray the entire area with lysol.

I was fine after the mess and smell had been taken care of. Until we got to the parking lot and I realized that the mother (probably pretty embarrassed) had actually left the store without so much as an apology to the workers but left the mess on the floor. So then I started wondering if she cleaned her cart off. Honestly I wasn't going to go looking for the cart, I'm not sure my refluxes would have been able to handle it. But if she left so quickly she didn't clean up the mess on the floor would she clean the cart. Probably not.

Needless to say The husband and I will not be shopping at that store EVER AGAIN.