C: Nail polish and Walmart

I know. By the title you’re just slightly lost. The only real connection they have is that Walmart sells nail polish and that we Sea Foam Girls help them out by taking multiple colors home to doll ourselves up.

But here’s the story.

Yesterday L and I were running errands at our famous Walmart (we also realized that almost every time we go into town we usually end up there… we’ve got some issues). I picked up some cosmetics, got a new grey nail polish, met up with L who had just pulled out some paint chips to try a new craft thing, and after getting a few picture frames we headed towards produce.

*So far, great story, right? I know. You’re on the edge of your seat! Just hold on*

The first few items we grabbed really have nothing to do with the good part of the story, so I’m just skipping over them. {sorry boring food items}

I then guided L towards the cream cheese area. No, I’m not kidding, I really did guide her. She was on her phone doing something and I literally had to tell her she needed to stop because “this is where the cream cheese is!”. So I dropped her there and headed for some Orange Juice (something I always love).

So I was strolling along, blah blah blah, and then *crack/splat*…. < that’s the sound I heard, just in case you didn’t catch onto that.

At first I didn’t know where it came from! Honest. So I took a step only to realize something was on my toe. I looked down and there it was –

Multiple puddles, a cracked glass bottle, and a newly decorated grey foot. No. Joke.

I BROKE THE NAIL POLISH!

I stood there in shock, almost like I had walked upon a dead body — ’cause you know, I’ve done THAT so many times!

Eventually I called over to L for help, and then she went looking for some Walmart employees that could help us. It felt like I was standing there forever, just waiting for her to come back with help on its way…

I never wanted to be that person. You know, the person that makes a mess of something in a store and has to embarrassingly stand there while the worker cleans it up??? But now it’s me. Hooray.

{At least I didn’t just walk away from my mess — right, J?}

So that’s my story. I hope your Walmart stops have been far more successful than ours.