I’ve gotta hand it to Walmart for living up to their new tag line, “save money, live better.” Apparently they’re giving out free EPT (Early Pregnancy Test) sticks. We’ve all seen the, eh-hem “free” chicken nugget bites, that come in cups-to-go, near the hot deli station. This pregnancy test stick, however, was a show stopper. Sitting on a shelf, in the housewares section, was one pregnancy test stick. It poses some questions.
First off, these things always come in a pack of 2. They always include a “second chance” stick in case you missed the mark on the practice stick or, you simply didn’t like the results. The backup second chance stick can be a God Send. It allows for a margin of error. You can fail the practice round but still have hope for a better outcome by simply adjusting your aim or saying a louder and longer prayer before you give it another go.
Anyway, this is a solo, singular stick. A bit of panic takes hold. Where is the other one? Is it in the dairy aisle? What if I run into it by the eggs? I don’t want a surprise like this in any aisle, especially a food aisle. I’ll just bet that baby is by the eggs.
The next question is why? Why is it here? She surely didn’t bring it from home. Obviously it didn’t drop out of a purse and land on a shelf. Did she go use it in the bathroom then come set it flat on the shelf for the required 5 minute processing time while she did a bit of shopping? What was she shopping for? Diapers? Condoms? Chocolate ice-cream and pickles?
I guess she had to be strapped-for-cash or she would have purchased it before using it. This wasn’t a return. You can’t return things without the box. This was one of those “used in store” but not purchased, sort-of-deals. A try before you buy. I know one thing; If you can’t afford to buy the EPT, you sure can’t afford a baby.
Maybe I jump too quickly to conclusions. She could have been a crazy pre-menopausal hormonal 50 yr old woman who got knock up by the pool boy after one too many mai tais and she had this little secret to keep from her husband, wife or significant other.
Maybe she got her period while shopping in white pants. Terror took hold and she grabbed what she thought was one of those little 10 count tampon boxes. There simply wasn’t time to get to the bathroom to save her pants. Hysteria set in. It happens.
Maybe is was a man who felt a wee bit sick and grabbed what he though was a thermometer. When it read positive he ran back to get some try-before-you-buy Tylenol. Anything is possible at Walmart.
One question lingers; What were the results, positive or negative? I’m sorry to say, I don’t know the answer to that question either. I wasn’t bold nor brave enough to get within result-reading-range of the Lone Ranger. I hope it was good news. I sense this girl needed a bit of good news.