Monday, September 14, 2009
Scrapbook Store Closeout=Heaven or Hell?
There is (was) a really great scrapbook store in the hamlet where I work. How a town with 10,000 people can support a scrapbook store is beyond me. Apparently, the owner was just worn out. Shocking!
Several of my co-workers got special invitations for the first day of the closeout sale. I cannot miss a good deal, and well, I actually could use some of those tools.
I was not prepared for the onslaught of people. One of the people I "interviewed" in the front of the line said she had been there for more than 2 hours--not just in the store, but IN THE LINE. Makes me break out in hives just thinking about it.
I hemmed and hawed my way around the store for 1.4 minutes before making a dirty deal with a large, white-bearded gentleman guarding the front door.
Me: how much for that card rack in the back with the faux bois base?
Santa: How much is the what-now?
Me: Uh, you know the card rack that's brown.
St. Nicholas: Oh, you mean D-5?
Me: Uh, sure. Yeah. It's about as tall as me.
Babbo Natale: I wouldn't know. (cut away to the 2 of us standing back to back, comparing our gene pool's success rates)
Me: So how much?
Father Christmas: $25 cash only.
Me: Sold. Now get me the hell outta here. (cut to me running and carrying said card rack over my head and pumping it up and down successfully while I run over several ladies holding stamps, paper, and stickers of all manners)