People of Wal-Mart

Sometimes awkward things happen. Sometimes embarrassing moments happen. Yesterday was one of those times.  Matt and I decided to do a last minute Saturday night Wal-Mart run to pick up a few things. Owen was getting a little fussy and squirmy as we approached the check-out line so I decided to hold him while Matt payed for our things.  All of a sudden I look down to discover that Owen has had a major blow-out. And I mean major.  Not to get too graphic, but it leaked over the top of his diaper and squirted out all over my arm. I call up to Matt to hand me a wipe.  He takes one look at me and scrambles to grab them from the diaper bag.  A few other things accidentally fall out.  When he bent down to pick them up, he noticed that, not only is there poop on my arm, but some has landed on the floor.  The poor cashier just looks at us and begins handing me bunches of paper towels. "I've got windex back here too if you want it," she tells me.

I'm mortified and make a bee-line for the bathroom, and Matt was not far behind. Luckily, there are bathrooms at the front of the store, not too far from the checkout. Well in my panic, I leave everything we just bought sitting there at the counter.  That wonderful cashier comes running after us with our stuff.

It turns out they are currently remodeling the bathrooms and they are closed. Perfect. At this point I just want to get to the car.  Matt volunteers to change Owen in the back seat and I start loading our stuff up. It's then that I notice a smear of poop across my shirt. Just another day keeping it classy at Wal-Mart.

The face of innocence. Home to laundry. And a bath.