Just What Does Triple Mean To A Walmart Sales Associate?

Dearest Readers:

Interesting thing happened yesterday at Wal Mart. The sales associate working the register was slower than a snail. It took her the bulk of five minutes (at least) just to change the register tape. After we stood in the line for a LONG…LONG time, she began to ring up our purchases. I, very diplomatically, asked her if she could please TRIPLE BAG the drinks. Two liter bottles. When I said “Triple bag,” she did not know the definition of Triple. It isn’t a difficult word. Triple equals three. Doesn’t it? Has the English changed???

I mentioned my last experience with the super cheap and super thin Wal-Mart plastic bags. We’ve all seen them – unless we do not shop at Wal-Mart! On my last shopping day, I had double bags carrying two, two liter bottles. When I picked up a bag to carry it inside, it split and the bottles fell to the ground. I did not want to experience this again.

Remember…Diplomatically, I smiled and said, “Could you please triple bag the drinks?”

When I was is elementary school vocabulary was one of my favorite subjects.

Triple? TRIPLE? T-R-I-P-L-E??? Oops. Excuse me, I think I defined what triple means. Consisting of THREE!

Her reply? “What’s triple?”

Oh my God. She. Doesn’t. Know. The. Meaning. Of. Triple?

I suppose I should give the clerk a bit of a break. In America we now have to push one on the phone for English. Two for Spanish. Well…What about the other immigrants we have in America. The boat people. French. Swedish. And all of the other languages. Why are we suddenly forced to push one for English???

Just the other day I was somewhere and I heard someone mention, “She only speaks Spanglish.”

Spanglish?  Have I missed something? Maybe the clerk at Wal-Mart only speaks Spanglish. Incidentally, she was not of Spanish heritage.

After loading our bags, I noticed an interesting action from the clerk. Yes, she used triple! What did she do? Well, it’s really simple, I suppose. That is – IF you don’t understand English, or you do not know the definition of simple words such as triple! The drinks were double bagged, with THREE two liter drinks in each of them.

Duh? Didn’t I say, “Could you please triple bag the drinks?”

Fortunately, this time the bags did not split. Double bags. Not TRIPLE BAGS.

Think I’ll stay away from her line next time.  Never have I been so relieved to leave Wal Mart!

Triple. Even commercials on TV show what Triple means. Triple decker sandwiches. Triple decker stacks of pancakes. Maybe there’s a Triple decker pizza. See, I know what triple means!




Charleston, SC Crippled Due to Snow Storm – January, 2018

Dearest Readers:

In a world of updated, upgraded technology I find it a bit funny that the City of Charleston is virtually CRIPPLED due to the snow storm. Our roads are still slippery with black ice. I understand that because a snow storm in Charleston is not normal; nevertheless, I cannot get a newspaper (aka Post and Courier) since Wednesday morning. I attempted to phone them. All I got on the phone was “Goodbye.” Suppose their outdated, antiquated communication device is overloaded with calls. Let’s forget the US Mail? Isn’t mail supposed to be delivered thru “snow, sleet and hail?” We haven’t had any mail in the new year of 2018.

Yes, the roads are horrific. According to a news source last night, there have been many accidents. Drivers are still doing the speed limits and they are tailgating. Many tow trucks are a bit too busy. A pedestrian was killed due to a car losing control and hitting the pedestrian. Alerts pop up on my IPhone letting me know about road and bridge conditions. Living like this makes me think of how Charleston must’ve been in the 1800’s, only now – it is 2018. This city is not prepared for these conditions. I’ve lived in Charleston for over 40 years. The only significant snow storm I’ve seen was in 1989, after Hurricane Hugo, God blessed this city with a beautiful blanket of snow on Christmas Day, 1989.

People who moved here because it is such a ‘lovely, historical city’ are slightly irritated now, actually asking WHY can’t this city scrape the roads, or why can’t Charleston purchase road scrapers so we can get out?

News Alert Break for Charleston – we are a tourist city. We do not normally have snow. We are not prepared because in many ways we pride ourselves for being a tourist icon. If you came to visit our beautiful city and are finding yourself trapped in a hotel room, well — this too shall pass.

Today is day three of the snow. My precious Bratty Boys enjoy every time they go outside. They hop like deer through the snow, chasing one another, playing, refusing to come inside. Of course, I continue inviting them inside. Reluctantly, they rush to the door, only to slide at the doorway. Such little clowns.

My husband has been home since Wednesday morning. He has cabin fever now – getting on my nerves just a bit!

Yesterday, Weight Watchers could not open due to road and bridge conditions. Suppose I’ll wait until next Thursday to hear the latest about Freestyle.

Meanwhile, I am enjoying the snow. As for the crippling of a city? Not enjoying it too much. After all, this is Charleston, South Carolina. Our climate is normally almost tropical. I pray my saga palms, and other plants will survive this snow. Suppose I’ll not know that until the early spring when and if they bloom.

Welcome to Charleston, tourists. If you are a snow bird, annoyed with our weather, well you could always go to Florida. That is — when the road conditions improve. One thing this city and every city cannot do is to control the weather.  Soon, you may click your heels and say, “there’s no place like home…there’s no place like home.” Hopefully, you’ll enjoy the snow – just like I am.

Happy Snow Days!

Happy New Year, 2018

Dearest Readers:

Happy New Year. May your new year, 2018 bring you happiness, love, bonding with family and friends, good health, prosperity and success.

New Year’s Day is a day to reflect over the last year. A day to change what could not be changed in 2017. A  day to give thanks to God for a new day and year. A day to make resolutions before they are broken!

To all of my readers, I wish you the best. I pledge to step away from social media since it can steal quality time from a writer’s life.  Today, I shall clean off my desk, in preparation to write again.

No doubt, I’ll have a busy day today. Cooking standing rib roast, baked potatoes and green beans. No, I’m not having the ‘traditional’ South Carolina dish of:

Hopping John – since moving to Charleston, I’ve made this rice and beans dish yearly. This year, I will not serve it. Rice has the tendency to choke me. Enough said there.

As for the greens – green beans are definitely green, and they certainly taste better than collards or turnips!

I’ve never cared for Hopping John, collards or turnips anyway!

Here’s to a New Year. Hopefully, a better, healthier year for this household.  Today, I pray for our country. Our safety in a Nation that is divided with racism and hatred. I detest the word “hate” and do my best not to say it, or feel it.

May 2018 be a year of love. May our soldiers who are in harm’s way be safe. May our police officers be safe and may citizens stop hating those with a bit of authority who do their best to protect us.

Let us all work together to make our Nation the greatest country in the world. Happy 2018!