Walmart Grocery Pickup.
Genius or Lazy?
I suppose one could argue either way, but I lean more towards genius.
Every genius has her own eccentricities, I suppose.
For example, Einstein had crazy hair and nobody seemed to care.
I go to work on a day when my electric was out at home and 3 people ask me if I'm sick.
No, I'm not sick. I just didn't wash my hair this morning.
Apparently, no one thinks my crazy hair is due to genius tendencies and therefore, any aberration indicates that I may be unwell or perhaps contagious.
But back to Walmart Grocery Pickup.
I have been using this service for several months now, on an almost weekly basis.
I like it because I only buy the items that I need with no temptation of impulse purchases.
Impulse purchases at Walmart can be dangerous. You could potentially walk out with a fishing boat and not bat an eye until you get out to the parking lot and it won't fit into your trunk.
I also like pickup service because I don't have to actually get out of my car and walk inside Walmart. I can wear my pajamas like a real Walmart shopper and nobody will see me.
I picked up an order earlier today. I waited only a few minutes and my groceries were brought out by a gentleman I'll call Mr. M.
Mr. M walks out, pulling my groceries behind him.
I put my window down.
Me: Hi, how are you?
Mr. M: I am blessed in the name of Jesus, thank you. I have an order here for Fry?
Me: Yes
Mr. M puts my groceries in the trunk.
Me: Thank you, have a good day.
Mr. M: Thank you, drive safe in the name of Jesus.
I can only conclude 2 things from this.
1. Mr. M is trying to one up Chik-fil-A
2. Mr. M is an angel
Here are my thoughts:
1. One Upper Theory: Mr. M could be trying to bring Walmart Grocery Pickup up to the level of service provided by Chik-fil-A. "Drive safe in the name of Jesus" isn't as concise as "my pleasure", but it does offer a divine covering that I, for one, will not reject.
2. Angel Theory: Mr. M could be an angel. His face and head were covered, so I couldn't really see what he looked like. Maybe he knows that I am not the best driver in the world. Maybe he knows I needed that blessing to make it home safely. Avoiding a minor fender bender is great. Avoiding having to get out of my car in my pajamas to exchange insurance information is even better.
Either way, my benediction from Mr. M came as a surprise today.
I receive it with a grateful heart.
