Black Friday: the Aftermath

It wasn't that bad, really. Not so much Black as a little bit checkerboard. Bits of crazy with brief caesurae of calm, just enough to make it bearable. We don't care how great your shoes are, though, it doesn't matter. After nine hours, your feet hurt. Now we might not be 100% up on The Official Christmas Story, but we can absolutely say that now we know how the Baby Jesus felt on Chrstmas Morning when they nailed him to the Cross, right through the feet.

We spent all day Floofity-ing stuff up, the white-box-with-ribbon thing; not a single old-school gift wrap. One of us thinks it's marketing, that Floofity's doesn't make it clear that the service is free; the other of us thinks people are just cheap and don't wanna pay for the paper.

Things got off to a rough start. Floofity's sells M&Ms in like twenty different colors. We were asked to refill the bulk bins before we opened so we made our little list of colors we needed from the back (mustard, Titans blue, light teal, dark purple, red, chocolate and lavender) and brought them all out. Somehow, while we were re-stocking, we pulled the front off the bulk bin and twenty-five million pounds of M&Ms showered to the floor in an event now known as the Great Lavender M&M Tsunami of Aught Seven. And we are to never speak of it again. And we are to never tell Sister Meg. NEVER!



Other than the young girl who peed in her pants with the mother who asked us to clean it up and the lady who complained that Hannukah stuff and Oyster Platters & Picks were sharing shelf space in an un-Kosher fashion, the best thing that happened was when some random old lady objected to the pink and orange ribbon on her box because the gift inside was intended for a boy. Now. Let me say: she was buying a stuffed white horse wearing a pink jingle bell collar, whose mane was braided with glitter strands. We mean....this gift box was just one DVD copy of Auntie Mame short of being Exhibit A in the Nurture vs. Nature argument, but WHATEVER LADY! We'll put blue ribbon on it!

All in all not a bad day, but we still threw our shoes out the window on the way home.