Now Playing: "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians" - classic holiday MST3K fare
Current Mood : Pizzy and bitter
Well, I can add another ‘I Survived Another Black Friday' to my list of life's accomplishments. I stayed out of most of it, but traffic was so thick, even in the afternoon, even in places where there were no sales, I couldn't help but be somewhat out in it. Ugh.
Beloved Hubby took me to Kohl's, in plenty of time to score the sweater ornaments that fit Elphie and Fiyero on sale. They had plenty, and I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I mean, who spends $8.99 on one rather odd ornament ? That's right - retail price on those is $9. I figured they were about $6. or so. So much for that one comment about them not being Tonner prices. Heck, Tonner only charged about $10. more and they were custom fitted and sewn for the dolls - in scale designs and details !
But at 60% off, the sweaters would only be $3.60 plus tax. Not bad. What was bad was the two hour line to get to the registers. I'm not kidding here. All three queues conga-lined through the store, in and out of aisles and displays, and the folks in front said that's how long they'd waited to get this far.
No way. No stupid sweater decoration at any discount was worth standing around in a stuffy, humid with humanity store for two hours to pay for it. Beloved said he'd gladly pay full price for the things if I wanted them, but standing around for two hours was simply off the table. I agreed, and while we'd been chasing around the store looking for shorter lines, the one we first approached had moved ahead one person. Yup. Those people I'd asked were still pretty much where they were when we walked in ten minutes before. Oh, no way. Tossed the sweaters in with another pile of ‘rejected at the register' merchandise and got the righteous h#ll out of there, lest the insanity infect us, too.
And this was at about a quarter after noon. Long after most of the sales were over. You'd have thought the mad rush long gone, but I guess the real ‘ironman' part was just beginning. I doubt I'll go back, even if there's another sale. I feel rather soured on the whole thing.
So we went to the shooting range with Beloved, and released some rage and frustration on a hapless blue silhouette target with a .45 Ruger. The sweaters don't mean that much to me, but the sheer insanity scares and almost hurts when I think about it. Goofed off the rest of the day, watching MST3K tapes and tryin' to forget.
Is it too late to cancel Christmas ?
