I had to stop on my way home from work today to get new batteries for my garage door opener. They're the watch style batteries, and I figured I'd stop at CVS. It was on the same side of the street as the direction I was heading, and if I wanted to stop at Walgreen's I'd have to make a left turn in and a left turn to exit. This was during Champaign's rush 15 minutes, and I was feeling lazy, so CVS it was.
I didn't learn my lesson the last couple of times, but I've learned it now. I can never find what I want in that store. If by some miracle I do, I get a cashier who's older than dirt and keeps trying to get me to sign up for their little reward card. This time, I walked in and immediately headed to the photo area. Surely they have batteries, etc. over there, right? Not so. Instant and digital cameras as far as they eye can see, but no batteries with which to load them. OK, time for a walk around the store. I started wandering around and was just about to ask an employee when I spotted a rack with batteries. When I reached it, I realized that the rack was the end of the toy aisle, and the only batteries they had were the usual suspects. So I started wandering some more, and this time no employees were around. I wandered back to the pharmacy area (thinking hearing aids and batteries), and found another rack shoved into the corner. This rack had the usual suspects and some 9 volts, nothing else. I cursed myself for my laziness and left the store, walking past the crowded checkout line with the 147 year old cashier. I jumped into my car and headed back out of my way to Walgreens, where I walked right in and found a veritable plethora of batteries.
I can now get into my garage.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
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