the Walmart Fall-Apart

The other day I had my kids scheduled for a well child check. Ironically Bentlee got sick the night before, but luckily I could have her check up instead of her well visit. I have talked about how I hate trying to get out with three kids, and the Dr.'s office is no exception. I load up two fighting kids and one sick baby and drive to logan. The wait at the Dr's office was long, though it wasn't that bad. They have and indoor tree house for the kids to play in along with toy tables and videos,etc. So we wait for about 30 min, then they call us back. We do the normal weigh them, talk about how they eat and poop, then time for shots. Ty was out this time, he was all caught up to go to Kindergarten, But Kam and Bentlee were not so lucky. I had decided that I was going to put of Bentlees shots this time because she was so sick. (She gets croup/RSV practically every other month. I think that she is going to have asthma like Ty) But I put off the last set for this same reason so her Ped. talked me into getting them anyway. We go through shots, and lived. Then off to walmart to pick up vitamin prescriptions. By the time we reach Walmart it had been about 1.5-2 hours from arriving at the Dr's office. Needless to say, Kids were fighting, Baby was crying, and I was about to. We head over to the pharmacy counter and wait in line just to find out that the meds haven't been called in yet. Ok, thats fine. I do have to grab a few things. The kids will be ok for a few more minutes. 30 min later, I have the basics, back to the pharmacy line. Wait for another 15 to find out they still haven't called it in. Sigh! Ok , off to the toys to keep the kids busy. Up and down all the toy aisles, then back in line. By this time, Carrying Bentlee while she is crying and fevering, pushing Kamdynn in the baby seat of the cart, Crying and fighting with ty, and dragging Ty along side of the cart fighting with Kamdynn and whining to go home. We're all hungry, we're all tired, and why the heck is the AC not on in walmart in JULY! 20 min waiting in line, to find out, you guessed it..still no call. Holy crap, It is time to take matters into my own hands. I had all ready opened the Tylenol, some snacks, and a drink. I decide to call the peds office to remind them about the call. 1:03- answering machine says"...We're sorry ....lunch is from 1:00-2:00 Bla! bla! BLA!" OK, now I an fuming and about to give my children to the Customer Service Desk as returns. Forget about the medicine, lets get out of this hole. So me and fifty seven other people wait in one of the only two check stand lines open until I finally can get rung up and get out of here. Hilariously, by this time I have managed to round up some $250 of groceries. So thay have my groceries bagged, by total, and I hand them my check. Then come the three words....DU DU Dun! "Do you have ID?' Well no I don't. You always run my check as a debit. Why would you ask me for my ID? "Oh just because we got a new system that requires us to put in your DL number." WEll you're in luck. I just happen to have my DL # memorized. "Well I'm sorry mam, I can't do that. I have to see the picture. I can hold your groceries while you run to your car and grab it. " Do I have my ID in my car, of course not. "Can you run to the bank and grab some cash?" Well no I can not and will not. I like in Tremonton and I have been lugging around this circus for the last two hours waiting for my prescription. I will just go to the CS Desk. They will let me check out there. "Oh wait one moment mam, I can't let you do that. I will call a CSR over." Well hello CSR, (you know, those CS Reps that are mad that they have to work at walmart while trying to pay for school so they are one a Walmart power trip?) I'm sorry mam, I have to see the ID or if I take your check I can loose my job. So I ask for a manager. Well hello Mr. Manager. These fine employees of yours are saying that they can't take this check (it was a business check, mind you) with out my ID. I have no ID, I live in Tremonton, and I have no cash. "Well Gee mam, I guess there's nothing I can do." Seriously, I have my # memorized. I can tell it to you so you can type it in. "I can't do that. How do I know it;s really you? " (Ya, because like my ID still looks the same as I do 3 kids later) so, you know what I did? My eyes started to water. Then I started to cry...then I down right started to bawl just like my 3 kids as I unloaded my bagged groceries onto the walmart floor. Yes, they made me give them all back. Would not let me use my check. Can someone give a girl a break? Seriously. What a nightmare. I get out to the car, still bawling, and call to tell Josh at work (ya, really what is he going to do about it, but I still had to tell him). "Sorry, Diz. Don't know what to tell ya." Needless to say, I am not Anti-Walmarti. Wanna join me?