Note: I was gonna put this up on actual Thanksgiving, like I do with most holidays, then I remembered you would all be drugged out on tryptophan or dodging death at the stores. So here it is one day early!
I wasn’t sure if I could top last year’s festive Thanksgiving post in which I managed to mention tin foil turkeys, capitalism, and smallpox infected blankets all in one post. I told the story of the first Thanksgiving, which I’m sure is totally true and stuff, so now I’ve got to think of something different to talk about but it’s Thanksgiving and let’s face it, no one really cares about that holiday. Except that we get time off and good food but then we pay for it with having to see our families.
Well most people get time off, but not those in retail! Nopes, that’s because there is a much, much more important holiday than Thanksgiving known as Black Friday. It used to be on Friday, but people went insane, camping in front of stores for days on end, getting into fights, and just generally running amok all over the stores like they’d suddenly morphed into chimps high on crack. So they moved it up to Thursday. And now people camp outside, get into fights, and run amok (I like that word) like chimps on actual Thanksgiving instead of the Friday right after at two A.M.
Notice you never see decorations for Thanksgiving but you DO see Christmas stuff just as soon as Halloween is over? That’s because Black Friday is actually the first day of Christmas. Kind of like how Good Friday comes right before Easter, only it’s something evil rising this time. I know you thought there were only twelve days, but you’re wrong. There’s like up to six weeks of Christmas. Joy, joy, joy! I’m so THANKFUL.
Back when they had Black Friday on an actual Friday, I went with my friend L and her father in order to have the true Black Friday experience. We stood in line in the cold early Friday morning, waiting for Target to open because there was something we wanted that was cheap and because we were out of our minds. They opened the doors and kapow, people shot through the gates like racehorses. One guy actually leaped over a couple of carts, and some jerk cut in front of us which was pretty brave considering L’s father is like 8 feet tall. Fortunately, no one was trampled this time because then we would have had to cut our shopping trip short, like those poor people in Wal-Mart after that employee was killed. (Click to enlarge)
Only on Black Friday can you hear “Ronald, there’s a fight in electronics, please come.” on the loud speaker. I missed the fight, but apparently it was over a camera. We got our crap and then got into another line, this one wrapping around the inside of the store. L’s dad isn’t the patient type, so he wandered around and found the jewelry counter with no waiting. He called L’s cell phone and we hurried over to the jewelry counter and checked out lickety-split! Then L’s dad announced loudly “Hey, no waiting at jewelry!” The employees gave us the death stare, and we made the good decision to run.
You might be wondering what kind of stuff would be worth putting up with Black Friday or Thursday or whatever you want to call it. Well look no further, because I have a list of some of the hottest items for Christmas this year.
In case you didn’t recognize this freakish electronic thing, it’s a Furby. They were big years ago but then died out but guess what? They’re back! The description reads “A whole new generation of Furby critters is about to hatch! Collect virtual eggs, hatch furblings. Get yours in time for Christmas 2013!” Eggs? Hatching? Furblings? Be afraid.
Maybe try Legos. Those seem innocent enough.
This Lego set is called Lego City Police Museum Break-in. Because it’s never to early to teach your children a life of crime! Granted you’re supposed to have the cops capture the robbers, but I know I’d totally have the robbers getting away, because that’s just the kind of gal I am.
But Legos require some imagination, and let’s face it, that crap is highly overrated. Try this instead.
For all the children who are into electronic gaming, we have the latest whatever it is! This system allows you to play all the best games like Call of Heavy Duty Theft Killzone. In order to satisfy demand, stores will issue exactly six of these each.
For the professional in your life – even if we’re talking professional couch potato – look no further than Apple.
At last we’re getting into what adults will like (because we know adults never play video games). At least, I hope that only adults have a phone that costs over 600 dollars. But it’s totally worth it, cause this phone can do everything from file your taxes to raise the dead. There is nothing Apple can’t do – and charge ten prices for!
But maybe you’re stumped about a gift for a lady in your life. Look no further than amazon for this treasure!
What I love about this is that not only is it an apron – cause what woman wouldn’t want a reminder of the need for cooking in a Christmas gift? – but also gives her the body her husband has always coveted in this busty, scantily clad super heroine. I searched “gifts for women” on amazon, and honest to goodness this was one of the first things to come up. Awesome.
So enjoy your turkey and stuffing, then lace up your shoes and prepare for battle! Or you could suggest to your family that everyone just give each other the gift of LOVE this Christmas. Either way, be prepared to run.
How many people like to shop at Wal-Mart? Show of hands! Yeah, I thought so. I know there are many lib’rals who would look down at me for shopping at Wal-Mart because they are, like, the Antichrist, but until there are more lib’ral shopping centers that offer prices that people in small towns can afford, they can shut the heck up. And this is coming from a lib’ral. She happens to be a cheap lib’ral. Cause she’s poor. Good reason to be cheap.
Anyway, so we’re shopping at Wal-Mart (I know you do it when no one is looking you cannot resist that price on laundry detergent have you ever seen it so cheap I mean surely they don’t have the sweat shop children make laundry detergent, right???) which should be a simple thing to do. I mean, they have everything. When you’re created by Satan, it’s easy to offer all variety of goods at discount prices.
But it’s not so simple when you have the voice in your head. No, it’s not the kind of voice that tells me to jump off a cliff or go murder someone or just scream very loudly at nothing in particular or dance around like a toddler in a tutu. This voice is just a big jerk. It’s like Sad Pony when he’s really on his naughty sarcastic streak. The big, heavy, obnoxious pony who sits in my head and smarts off while I’m shopping. This is fun when to do while looking at ads for 1940s laxatives, but not so much when I’m trying to buy groceries.
Here’s an example. I am shopping for food. I’d like to be healthy, yet cheap, and also I’m rather picky (I do not like veggies. Veggies are for communists. But I try to eat some anyway.) So I think, hey, fruit is sweet but it’s good for you. Better than a candy bar anyway. Fruit it is. And so I’m looking at grapes and there goes Sad Pony.
This is basically how it goes, in my head. And God forbid there be the choice of more than one kind of grape. Thing Two was once convinced that green grapes were the boys and purple grapes were the girls, or vice versa. I usually get the purple because I like them better, so more than likely the green ones are better for me. I don’t know. At least there are, generally, only a few types of grapes.
Not like shampoo. Dear God, have you shopped for shampoo lately? Normally I go for cheap shampoo which means White Rain or Suave which you can get for less than a dollar sometimes. Or the knock off brand of Head and Shoulders, cause you know I’m a total flake. You can get this for a dollar too, if you shop at the Dollar Tree where everything’s a dollar, though it’s fun occasionally to ask them how much stuff costs. Don’t try it too often, though, or they might, justifiably, stab you to death with one of their .99 kitchen knives.
Today was different, though, because I have a newly minted teenager with hair from Hades. I would complain more, but I’m fairly certain she inherited that thick, unruly mess from yours truly. She’s been having trouble with tangles, by which I mean she has this enormous bird’s nest on the back of her head. She’s going to read this and then write about it later in her tell all book. I’ll be so proud. Anyway, someone told me that there was a special shampoo called “straightening” shampoo, that could knock out frizz and help with tangles.
I was all up in that stuff. So I decided to search for this shampoo. They had it. In about a thousand different brands. I looked down both aisles for the first time in a while, since generally I head right for the .98 cent Suave (green apple!) and I’m out of there. And Holy Crap there are so many different brands of shampoos and conditioners and gels and sprays, and each brand has at least ten different varieties, and each variety has ten different varieties of that variety, and so on. My brain nearly exploded. Clean up on Aisle 4.
So I wandered up, and down, and up and down picking up different products and reading the back labels. From what I could tell, all of them were supposed to do the same thing for prices ranging from around three dollars to almost fifteen. Control frizz. But how exactly were these shampoos supposed to do this? What bizarre sort of chemicals were in these things? Did sweat shop children work in chemical factories creating shampoos all day so that my thirteen-year-old can have sleek, shiny hair? Or at least hair that doesn’t balloon out like a 1970s afro, which is kind of odd on a little white girl?
I didn’t know, and I still don’t. It would not surprise me if these hair product companies are fibbing just a bit and they all have exactly the same cleaning agents in them, and you’d do about as well just scrubbing your head with a bar of cheap Ivory soap. But this was my child, and you know you do what’s best for your child, which is having her finally brush her hair before you lose your mind. So I figured I’d cover all my bases. I found Head and Shoulders shampoo with the anti-frizz crap in it and then some Vidal Sassoon (if she doesn’t look good, I don’t look good) cream junk to smear on it then comb out. We are going to tackle this monster, by golly, or my name isn’t Alice.
After I’d made my decision, I went and I got my groceries. It was hard. I wanted to drop my cart and run because suddenly Squirrel had decided to take up residence and he was all excited to get home and didn’t want to shop anymore or spend money he wanted to go home, but I shut him up too by dropping some groceries in the cart. Boom! Okay, a lunch item down. Boom, there’s my weekly diet of sugary cola – maybe I dropped that a little too hard. Boom, some fruit in little squeeze pouches that are really for small children but taste good, do not require spoons, and do not go bad like apples do. Score. Boom! Before long, I was done and heading for the 20 items or less aisle. A minute later a guy came up behind me with a newspaper. I could have let him go first. Pfft, yeah right. No way, buddy. I was done and OUT of there!
It wasn’t till I got home I remembered I forgot to go by and pick up my prescription. Again. Crap in a hat.