A trip to Wal Mart

This past week after working on some photo restoration I needed to get some photo print paper. You know, run it through the printer and you get a photograph like print, glossy paper, that stuff. I thought I would go to the local "Wally World" to possibly save a dollor or two.
Parking: 2 miles from the front door, at least it seemed that far, and in every lane I crossed through on my hike to the door someone was arguing, threatning their kids with taking away their new toy they just got if they didn't behave, of their was spilled food and drink to dodge.
Finally inside, parched, I head for the water fountain. Drain stopped up, ready to overflow, I decide I'm not going to be the one to cause the "Clean up on aisle 4" song on the intercom. I get a soda in the entrance way instead.
Now comming back inside they have this big screen TV with a camera on the entrance so you can see they are watching you. I look up, my 3 seconds of fame on television shining back at me, and see this little old lady in one of those powered carts looking over her shoulder heading straight for me. Quickly I jump out of the way and she gave me this look as though I had just spoiled her entire day. Must be a new sport, running people down with a battery powered shopping cart.
I finally get my paper and head to checkout. All the self checkouts are, of course full and have the flashing "help" light going off. No problem I'll just go through the regular checkout. Now, is it a rule in that place that they will not open up a new register until each one has at least 5 people waiting to checkout?
I pick my lane. Years of experience have taught me how to pick the one that will move the fastest. I'm never right but I still cling to that knowledge. In fact most people ask me which lane to go to, I tell them my pick, and they avoid that one like the plague. I guess their years of experience are better than mine.
I then hear a voice, just bareley, but I do hear it saying, "I can help someone over in this lane". Fighting back the urge to run over anyone and anything between me and that voice I head to the newly opened register. BAM! something hits me in the leg. Hard too. I look to see what it was and here is this battery powered shopping cart with the lady who tried to run me down before heading to the register.
I swear she had on a helmet, driving gloves and a three point harness seatbelt on. Not really she actually said "Oops".
The rest of the trip was uneventful but I decided that the 2 bucks I saved by going there was just not worth the effort. It did give me something to write about though!
Here is the picture I worked on. All they wanted was to make it a little clearer. Click for full size:
Before


After