I just got home after a lovely afternoon/evening/night/early morning at Target. Godwilling my last day after Thanksgiving ever.
The best things about tonight were:
1. Some hoosier lady coming back over to yell at me for being rude after I told her that we had sold out of the "video rocker". Apparently, I had said it VERY rudely. It was 6 pm, for christsakes. Don't take your procrastinating shopping habits' bad fortune out on me.
2. Another crazy person asking me in a most serious tone at 9:30 pm if we had any tickle me elmo's left. I honestly laughed. But in a nice way this time, and was like, "um, no, not at 9:30, but maybe tomorrow morning at 8 right when we open." Wow.
Other than that, it was just a long day of saying, "sorry we are sold out of that", "maybe tomorrow we'll have more", "the $3.98 dvds are in the red box around the corner and no we do not have March of the Penguins" and "can someone PLEASE answer that hardware call!"
I'm so over it. I really think something is wrong with Americans after I work these weekends. But I personally hate to shop. Regardless, it's out of control, and brings out the worst in people. It has nothing to do with Christmas if you wanna go there, and it just makes people go deeper into debt, and for what? I suppose that nine Christmas seasons at Target has made me a teeny bit bitter, but I don't care. I appreciate the insight about consumerism that I've gained. And when it's all said and done, I'll still do my shopping online, where there are no shelves to mess up, no hoosiers and their 20 kids to listen to, and no slowly creeping checkout lines to waste my time in.
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