Had the extreme misfortune to visit a department store this
week. Why didn’t someone warn me it was Christmas time? I usually make it a
point to avoid stores this close to the holiday. This was sure to try my
patience.
I knew I’d made a mistake when I pulled into the parking
lot. There were about twenty-five vehicles all circling, like a school of
piranhas; waiting to pounce on the first available space as if it were dinner.
I joined them—only until I could get back to the exit.
But I still needed to go into the store, so I parked at a
nearby fast food restaurant and walked. That got me in the store but did
nothing to help me navigate the crowded aisles. And by crowded, I mean packed;
like sardines in a can. Only these sardines were moving—and pushing carts—and
talking. Which meant most of them were not paying attention.
You’d think nearly everyone pushing a cart would also be a
licensed driver, especially considering the million or so cars I’d dodged in
the parking lot outside. But that assumption, logical though it may be, tends
to give a guy a false sense of security. Apparently, the rules of the road do
not apply to shoppers, and neither does common sense. These crazy people were
running into each other, running into displays, and creating general mayhem
with no regard for human life; most notable, mine. It was truly a madhouse.
Meanwhile, I’m just trying to get to the back of one aisle
and then elude the frenzied mob on my way to the check out line. And I do mean
line, as in a LONG line. Several of them, in fact.
With nothing better to do, aside from my never-ending to-do
list, I waited—patiently. And waited—almost patiently. And then waited some
more. I didn’t time it, so I’m not sure how long I waited. All I know is, I was
late for work and I don’t even have a set time to be there!
Eventually, I did escape, and now I shall refrain from
shopping until after Christmas.
So, what was so important that I just had to brave the raging
tide of shoppers? Laundry soap. Seems after catching up on all the laundry due
to the washer fiasco at my house (See last week’s
blog) we were out. And for some reason, my wife thinks we need clean
clothes to wear! Now you see why I was so “patient” at the store—got to keep
the woman happy!
Merry Christmas!
Bruce A. Borders is the author of
more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room
913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook and
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Bruce A. Borders also serves as the Vice President of Rave Reviews Book Club.
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