The
first thing you need to know is I despise Wal-Mart and it’s all their fault.
They made me do it. The second thing you
should probably know, a little less important, it was really my fault, but
because of excuse #1 it cancels out #2.
I’m
sure you know exactly what happened next.
Yep, you guessed it. Bottle+legs squeezing=soap gushing everywhere. HOLY
SHIT! What do I do? Why am I still staring at the bottle while more is spilling?
Then it clicked, set your damn keys and phone down and grab the bottle. I
finally got the soap bottle set on the floor. Holy cow I made a mess. Why
Wal-Mart would you make me do that??? Better yet what the hell am I going to
do? The towel section is too far away to run and grab a towel without anyone
noticing. The paper towel aisle is across the store and so definitely NOT an
option. I had to think fast the bubble bath was absorbing through my pants, and
then I saw it. I was down the bath aisle and there was my savior…….I grabbed
the bath sponges and started wiping off the soap, and then grabbed another and
another and about 10 more. (I don’t suggest anyone buys any sponges from this
Wal-Mart for a while.) I got as much off my pants as I could.
My
pants were now sticking to my leg. The
really sad part is I hadn’t even started my food shopping yet. As I was walking swiftly away from that aisle,
I thought to myself it couldn’t get any worse.
WRONG AGAIN! Since I had spilled the bottle all over myself, I never got
the chance to smell it. I picked my hand up to my nose and YES I really spilled
the stinkiest bottle of bubble bath all over me. #FAIL
P.S.
I suffered through this so that you would know not to do this because I know
everyone wants to try it.
P.P.S. I really should have taken a picture but was worried about cleaning myself up and getting away from that aisle, and I didn't think about it until I had scurried away, and at that point I was not going back to the scene of the crime. Although, my pants were screaming what had happened!
P.P.S. I really should have taken a picture but was worried about cleaning myself up and getting away from that aisle, and I didn't think about it until I had scurried away, and at that point I was not going back to the scene of the crime. Although, my pants were screaming what had happened!
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