I'd like to apologize to the lady who goes to my church whose name I don't even know that was sitting in the DVD section at BestBuy tonight around 8:50.
Normally, I don't curse unless it's during a Red Sox/Yankee game, but if you knew how much I hated doing ANYTHING when I'm off work you might understand. Ever since we got the "Special Invitation" to the FANTASTIC SALE FOR INVITED GUESTS ONLY!" Ang has been out of control.
As hard as I tried to explain how it was just a ploy to get people in on a Sunday night in November and stimulate some business, she was having none of it. Sure enough, we pull up at 8:20 and there are roughly 50 morons standing in line to buy something tonight that will be exactly the same price tomorrow.
I ain't been married 16 years for nothing. I know when to hold 'em, and I know when to fold 'em, so I went along to get along to buy a new digital camera for us and some Christmas presents for the mental patients that live with us. I thought it appropriate, since everyone was asleep by the time we got back (Big Up's to my Mom for having the guts to come over at bedtime to watch them all) that the first picture taken by our new camera was of my favorite piece of clothing.
My Red Sox cap. Yeah, it's a little faded, more than a tad worn out, and just plain dirty. But just like me, it's not quite ready for the scrap heap yet.
But back to the lady from church? I wish I knew your name, but I recognized you all the same. And if you see Ang at church next Sunday if you could sort of keep the whole "I saw your husband pacing the DVD isle at BestBuy last week wondering, and I quote "Why don't they put all the *#@*@#* DVD players in the same *&$#@@#$*&$ place?" to himself?
I'd really appreciate it.
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