That's what I felt like this past Friday night. I have not been to my club all season but wanted to take my son hunting at least a couple times before the season went out. We got to camp, unloaded the truck, then went to eat with the guys. When I got back the heater was running in the camper but it was COLD in there. Out of propane. I had remembered everything needed to have a great trip except a bottle of propane!

Off to Springville we went. I stopped at a couple of gas stations and both were out of full bottles. They also told me Walmart was out. I called Walmart and they assured me they had propane in. They said since the garden center was closed, I'd have to come to the customer service desk.

I've never done that gas bottle swap thing before so my son and I busted up into Walmart and I was toting the empty gas bottle.

YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT AN AL-QAEDA OPERATIVE HAD BEEN IDENTIFIED IN THE STORE.

Good night, the lady from customer service came running over talking loudly and excitedly telling me that I had to take the gas bottle out of the store, NOW. Then another young woman came running over and then they both joined in. They were dancing around like their butts were on fire. They were chanting, "you can't bring that in here, you can't bring that in here." LOL

I asked them if they wanted me to drop it and I thought they were gonna die.

Stupid people. I did ask both of them if they were aware that they sold loaded ammo in the sporting goods department.

Buncha fruitcakes.