My younger brother Chris has been so graciously telling me lately that I am an idiot. Anymore he doesn't even bother to call me an idiot he just shakes his head and sighs. The other day my mom made out a list of things to get at Walmart. So I took Chris with me to help me out. First of all I went to the wrong Walmart. I went to the croweded, ghetto one instead of the nice, new one. We got inside and it was like Christmas time... times ten. It was so crowded. I've never felt so closter phobic in all my life. My brother kept on saying "I hate this Walmart. Why did you have to go to that one?" Anyways, we finally got out of there with the few items that we bought after an hour chaos.
When we got home we started to unload the groceries and he just had to hand me the bag with the most stuff, and when he did a glass jar of spaghetti sauce dropped and broke on the concrete. Sauce splattered all over me and the ground.
Chris said "Amber you are such an idoit! First Walmart, then this!"
All I could say was "Look I got shot!" It looked like someone had been killed or shot on our drive way. As I was washing my jeans he had to clean up the spaghetti sauce and the glass.
At least it smelt good outside for a while.