Slap My Ass and Call Me Spring

Just what the hell is it with these big department stores??? Today, I go into WalMart for some snow pants. I walked around for fifteen minutes looking in every department including the men's. I ask a store employee and he tells me to try Sporting Wear. Okay. Get there, nothing, nadda, zilch. So I ask again. This time a girl tells me "Oh, no. (as she nods her head) we started selling our winter clothes in July. We have gotten rid of our winter clothes and put out spring and summer clothing." I looked around me and to my horror; I was surrounded by bikinis and swim trunks! Argh! The nerve of them! Not only was that a wasted trip but the fact that the wind was 50 mph and the rain was an avalanche, didn't make the rejection any easier. I decided that I was going to make one more stop and after that, I'm done. I headed to my favorite store, Target (or as I like to call it Tar-szay) and once again, I entered into The Twilight Zone. No one could point me to any snow pants. It's as if once they rid themselves of their winter clothing, they come down with amnesia. However, I did get lucky. (No, not that kind of lucky, silly) As I was walking out of the store with my nasty smirk and disgruntled grunts, a glimmer of hope happened to cross my path. As I looked over to the right, there all by themselves were my beloved snow pants. Together at last!

PS - I am adding this to my list of "Don't You Just Hate That?"