Walmart Greeters Rule!

I arrived in Punta Gorda one week ago. After 29 hours of driving nearly 1700 miles, adding over 98 gallons of gas to a gas guzzling SUV. Needless to say, it cost me a bit more than predicted. I also had a habit of not stopping often enough to go to the bathroom, my first stop was Walmart, just off the interstate. I figured I would kill two birds with one stone, pick up a few grocery items and pee. And like all the other times I waited too long, I got out of the car and realized.....I may not make it. Rah Ro. This has become a mind over matter situation, I have to tell my brain, that I really don't want to wet myself and please let me walk to the public restroom without looking like a 3 year old holding herself in an inappropriate matter. So as soon as my brain says okay, it's time to move. Of course all I can think of now is where is this public restroom that I need desperately and how long will I have to wander Walmart looking for it. After a very long and uncomfortable walk to the entrance I saw an angel.....not just any angel, but a Walmart Greeter Angel, disguised as a Qtip, who quickly pointed me in the direction of the bathroom. Thank God for Walmart Greeters.