Typically, the above statement is enough to make any decent parent wince. I am one of those parents. I am the primary grocery shopper in my household. Which means that I am at the grocery store a lot. Most grocery stores have a nice, clean appearance, as they should. I visited a local grocery store night before last to purchase formula for my 8-month old. It was about 11:30p.m. I had not realized I was almost out of formula, with not even enough to make it through the night. So, off to the store I go. I get there, go down the infant supplies aisle, and realize there was barely even any formula left. I looked high, and I looked low. Oh, there it is all the way on the bottom shelf. I get down on both knees in the middle of the aisle to pull out the cans that were lucky enough to be coming home with me. About the 3rd or 4th can I pulled out was completely covered with mouse/rat feces. I almost lost that bedtime snack I ate before I left. So, I proceed to the front to find someone that works there to see if they had any other cans. The graceless mess of an old heifer manning the self-check out informed me that it was not her responsibility to help me out. She didn’t have time to go to the back to check the stock for me. I shoved the cart full of goods at her and replied, “Well, here is one of your responsibilities, put this crap away!” I drove to Wal-mart in tears. I arrived at Wal-mart only to find they were also out of the formula I needed. BUT, the lady I asked at Wal-mart to help me, had not only herself looking, she had three other people looking as well. She tried everything in her power to help my situation. I ended up with some of the formula I needed, and the other local grocery store ended up with a formal complaint to the FDA. I included a call to the home office of the store. I would assume the rodent problem will be taken care of promptly…although, I won’t be going back to check. Nasty Bastards.