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Thanksgiving started with me being woken up, no surprise there. Is it so wrong to want to sleep until it's time to stuff my face? I guess it was, because my dad hauled me out of bed to help him move some furniture. After our huge house remodeling back in August, we still hadn't moved in everything, including the bigger couch. It took a little teamwork, and a lot of lifting with your knees, but we got it back in. And after a little vacuuming, who could tell the difference? Nobody, that's who.
After that we added the extra piece of the dining table to make it big enough to seat six people. John, my brother was on his way, and my dad had invited a friend from the soccer team he coaches. I never did get his name, he was a nice guy, but I think the language barrier troubles made it difficult to converse the whole time.
While we snacked and cooked we zoned in and out of the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade, and I'm glad I was awake for that. I got to see the Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends float, which I cheered on in the living room. It was funny hearing the announcers discuss the premise for the show, and I thought of my Eduardo plushie I had bought a few months ago. They showed a little of a song Cheese sang with Bloo, but they moved on really fast, so I YouTube'd it later.
The other one I remember was the Mr. Potato Head balloon. It was like a sporty fitness type, because I remember he had a sports bottle and a cap on, it looked like he'd been jogging. They were giving out fun facts I had remembered, the first Mr. Potato Head toys came out way back in 1952, and originally he just came with limbs and accessories, you had to use your own potato! I think it wasn't until '64 that they added the plastic potato body we know of today. Also, if I can recall, they said that the U.N. was declaring 2008 The Year Of The Potato. I don't know what's up with that, but I'm excited for a year involving potatoes. Then came the Rascall Flatts singing, "What Hurts The Most".
I went upstairs for a minute to call Sonja and wish her a Happy Thanksgiving. We talked, and things happened. Yeah. John showed up while we were talking, so I came down and hung out with him, taking photos with his delicious camera.
Then we ate and stuffed ourselves silly. Not much to go in with that, I got to have my sweet potatoes, and there was much do wanting and lulz to be had. So of course after a big meal instead of taking a nap to prepare for Black Friday the next day I jump on the computer and stay up late. I did learn that the "Black" means more about the business sales than the negative connotation of the mass amounts of shopping people undergo on such a day.
It was really more of a gray than black. Because this new store is so small, I really don't feel it's as hectic as other places or even my old store. I did manage to come across the Queen of all Evil. She was so rude to Imelda, makes me pity her kin.
WARNING: Mild To Heavy Language Ahead Used In Context. Discretion Advised.
It's kinda hard to explain. You know the kind of people that seem to only want to make other people miserable? She seemed to have this kind of attitude from the get-go. She was very old, and she had one of those walkers that you can turn around and sit down on as well. It started with Imelda and I walking near the check lanes, when the lady stopped Imelda to ask her where the bath mats were. Imelda was about to leave, so she answered the question and made an attempt to head out. The lady asked Imelda if she could show her them, so she turned around quickly and asked me if I wouldn't mind doing it. I had no problem with it, I was about to offer to do it anyway. However this did not sit well with the lady.
She immediately exploded with profanity. "Why the ******** can't you do it?! Men don't know a goddamn thing about bath mats!" For the record, I did, and I don't know why her ignorance clouds her mind from something so ridiculous as a bath mat. Only problem was the mere shock of something like that coming from kind of put the two of us into a sort of stupor. Imelda looked at me, I looked at her, she sighed silently, and started walking the lady over, me lagging behind to make sure it didn't get worse.
I can't say it got better. Not only did she drone on with her "life story" (people we are not microphones, we really don't care, we just want to help you so you can leave), she made continuous pit stops to point out something or look at it on the way.
"Oh, I like that dress, that would be perfect for my granddaughter."
"See, I found these sheets, but I wanted them in purple. Why don't you have purple?"
"You know I only came in here because my daughter made me, I ********' hate it here, Wal-Mart has much better prices."
And so on and so forth. The whole time I had my fingers crossed that Imelda would keep her cool and not lose her job over this waste of oxygen by snapping and telling her where to shove it. She's a better person that I, that's for sure. We managed to get her to Guest Service so we could page her daughter to meet her (any surprise she was nowhere to be found?) while she rambled that because she hadn't heard the announcement over the loudspeaker we hadn't called for her daughter and that we were lying to her.
We really just walked away from her while she was talking to herself. Imelda laughed about it the next day and admitted she was struggling not to lose it on the woman. I even learned later from HR that we don't even have to stand there and take that kind of verbal abuse, we can just walk away and call security.
Good to know if I ever get some more crazies after me. Hopefully they'll avoid me because they're looking for pantyhose or something.
Edible Substance · Sat Nov 24, 2007 @ 07:26am · 1 Comments |
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