I guess I'm starting this blog because AOL Journals fucked me over. They discontinued their blog section and I was too lazy to switch over my old blogs to Blogger. Oh well. And I guess there ain't shit to do at work, so I decided to start blogging. No worries though, I do have some blogs saved on my computer, I might bring some back for nostalgic purposes.
I guess I could start off this blog with a story of an old fashion Christmas shopping fiasco.
Last night Mr. Facebook and I pick up Jim and headed for SerraManila. I'm sure by now you've figured out that Mr. F and Jim aren't their real names. Jim wanted to use up his VSP before the end of the ear cuz he might lose the benefit allowance bullshit. Anyways, we get to Serramonte around 7 last night; however, we didn't get inside Macy's til about 7:30. Side note: We're here to look around for a suit to wear for NYE. We're hit'n up the Sneakers Required party at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts with Mos Def.
We make our way to the suit section and after much debate I decide to buy a Geoffrey Beane single breated 3-button suite with a notch lapel for 50% off (I always felt the 3-button suite is slimming and the notch lapel is classic. Anyways, i'm getting off topic here).
I was standing in line at about 8:15 til 8:30 and figured I should buy something for Dad since the line wasn't moving. I quickly find a sleepwear robe and jump back in line at the shoe counter. This guy couldn't be any slower. I was the 6th person in line and I was in line for 45 minutes. When I get up to the cashier, he tells me that the price of the coat didn't pop up so I had to go back to the suit section. That fucking cunt!
I get back to the suit section and they tell me that the register is closed. I complain to them that they told me to go there cuz I can't buy the suit anywhere else. They said to head over to the underwear section in the middle. I get to the middle register and the line looked so long and unhappy it looked like the unemployment line/dmv/adults standing in line with their kids at Disneyland... you get the picture.
I said to myself, "There's no way I'll make it to the front of this line...I'll slit my wrists before I reach the register."
I walk over to the other side and I'm 4th in line. YES! Nothing can stop me now... damn. I spoke too soon. Out of 4 registers at the counter, there was 1 cashier. 1Cashier!!! And you could tell she was taking her sweet ass time. She even disappeared for 8 minutes at one point. The time now is about 9:30. I've officially waited in line for an hour.
Mr. FB grabs my stuff and stands in the tinnie bopper section where they're playing loud music. After about 10 mintues, he gives me a call and says there are 2 cashiers that look like they know what they're doing. I get to the front and when the guy rings me up, the trousers ring up as $125. I throw my hands up like I'm trying to stop the running of the bulls at Pampalon. "$125?!? Are these pants not on sale? But I got it from Geoffrey Beane section (50% off... remember?). The guy tells me that I have to go back to the suit section and ring it up there cuz he's in the tinnie bopper section. OH HELL TO THE NO!!!
Lucky... and you'll never hear me say this often... but Boonie was there.
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