So I am at my favorite store, Walmart, and I am grocery shopping. (Don't make fun of Walmart! I love that friggin' store. No matter which one I go in I usually have no trouble finding stuff and it is usually cheaper than anywhere else.) I am in the frozen food aisle and I am looking for Michaelina's formed mashed potato and chicken popper meal that Eli loves. Apparently, every little rugrat on the planet loves it too because the only ones left were on the top shelf way in the back. I tried to reach it but, short from me standing on the side of the freezer and risking certain injury, no cigar. So I figure it's the Saturday before Thanksgiving, the store is filled with people and pretty soon someone taller than myself will wander by and I can ask them to help me. So I wait and wait and pretty soon, coming around the corner and heading right for me is.....a midget(or a little person, a dwarf, a person of short stature or someone who is vertically challenged). No matter what you call her, the only way she was reaching that shelf is if she got on my shoulders(okay, I was ready to go and I did consider it for a minute but then decided against it.) So I waited some more. I am not kidding you. I waited about 5 minutes and then finally went to the end of the aisle and grabbed someone to help me. As we got back to the cooler, there was a guy probably 6 1/2' tall getting something from the bottom shelf! Oh hey, let me get that for you. For all I know, you were just waiting for some short person to grab something from the bottom shelf for you so you don't throw your back out. Nice timing Lurch!
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