Those of you that know me very well know that I hate HATE Crest. The grocery store not the toothpaste. I have nothing against the toothpaste. Yet. Anyway, I will go out of my way not to shop at Crest. When Super Wal-Mart was built, I gave Crest the middle finger (not really) and said a big fat, "See Ya."

I today, for the first time I really understood where my hatred comes from.

We were out of milk. We were out of diapers (sounds like the beginning of a Charles Dickens novel, yes?). When you're out of milk and diapers I don't know where you go but I go to Target. So I made the trip to Target and when I saw the price of milk there ($4.50) I said, "uh, no." But I got diapers and left. The story is riveting so far, I know. Stay with me. There's a payoff coming. And where did I go to get milk? Against my better judgement I went to Crest. Cason and I picked up one gallon of milk ($3.49), paid and left. I was in the little front area where you get a cart and I had the milk in one hand and I leaned over to pick Cason up. He can't walk through parking lots by himself yet. Trust me we've tried. Three times. But that's for another post. Back to Crest. When I picked him up, I dropped the milk. Because apparently, that's what happens when you have one gallon of milk + one 17 month old + one pregnant stomach in the way. Milk went everywhere in about 1.4 seconds. I mean everywhere. Like out the sliding doors, under all the carts. Now what happened next was interesting. A nice man that worked there came immediately to clean it up. Another nice young man came and brought me another milk. For free. It was then that I came to this realization: I don't hate Crest, I hate the people that shop there! They were making all kinds of comments.
"Oooo...girl you trouble!"
"Did you tell someone you did that?"
"What the he77 happened here?"
You get the picture. I got in my car and cried the entire way home. I don't know if it was the hormones or what but when I got home Colin was here and it's hard to hide when I've been crying so after relaying the whole story to him, he was just glad we didn't have to pay for milk twice.
I was thinking about one time when I was like seven when we came home late one night and my mom dropped the milk we just bought in our kitchen and milk went everywhere. My dad was gone (of course, because bad things only happen when one parent is available...it's a law of nature or something). My mom had to clean it up (which I didn't have to do today) and I'm pretty sure that she didn't get another milk for free. But she also didn't have to listen to someone ask her who dropped the milk... You or your kid? So I don't know which is worse. But either way, never again will I utter a bad word about Crest. They took care of my mess and gave me a free milk. But I will bad mouth the people that shop there. The rude ones, the ones that hog the aisle, the ones that get in the express lane with 82 items. And I know those people are everywhere but I guess at Wal-Mart, it's bigger so the idiots aren't so crammed together.