Traumas of Holiday Shopping
Tuesday, December 1st, 2009
1st Place – Kendra @ Vivid Avenue
2nd Place – Kayt @ Drop The Phone
3rd Place – Dorine @ Skyrawr
Congrats everyone!! Awards have been given out to all participants. January ‘10 Voting will begin on December 2nd!
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This past weekend was the most exhausting few days of my life. I ate sooooo much on Thanksgiving. And it was all soooo good. My family has that nice Southern Cooking every year, ’cause my Grandma’s a MASTER (mistress?) at cooking! Plus, I got all my Christmas and Birthday shopping done. And this was the first year I went shopping on Black Friday.
When people said that Black Friday was chaotic, they meant it was chaotic. First of all, I had only slept for like 4 hours before we went out at 5:30am to the stores. Before we (my mom, cousin, and I) left, my grandfather walked in the front door of the house (we didn’t even know he went out) ranting about how the line at WalMart was wrapped around the building and that he didn’t even bother going in. That was his way of telling us not to bother ourselves. So, we listened to the guy and went to Target.
We’re finding everything we want, all is well until this weird fellow (and this guy was weird. I’m not being mean, I’m just stating a fact) came over to my cousin and I. We had been reading a catalog (which the store was out of at this point) and we were looking for a particular sale that was advertised in it.
This fellow came over and asked if he could see the catalog. My cousin hesitated because, well, he was weird. But she gave it to him anyway. We instantly regretted being kind, helpful citizens when, not even a second after he touch the paper, a SPEW of snot flies out of his face and all over his arms and all over the catalog. He then begins frantically flipping the pages of the catalog so as to smear off the gunk from his hands all over the pages of it.
My cousin and I looked at each other. My mom and I look at each other. My mom and my cousin look at each other. This guy clearly wanted to keep the catalog, and we all knew it.
But unsure of how to address the awkward and extremely disgusting situation, we kind of just… took the catalog back…
You see, we didn’t want to give the bastard the benefit of the doubt. We knew he did it on purpose, but he wasn’t going to succeed with us. We took it back, not because we wanted his snots, but because apparently there is no place pride won’t prevail.
In other words, we didn’t want to seem like we had just gotten played/owned/served/fried by a weirdo. XD He ended up pulling the same stunt on another nearby lady anyway, and succeeded in being able to keep her catalog. Perhaps she was a bit smarter than us to swallow her pride and give it over to him. We were all sick the next day. :ugh: Oh, the traumas of holiday shopping.
