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The Blackest Friday Yet

29 Nov

November 29, 2014

It was completely against my principles, not to mention against my will, which I considered writing during the ordeal.

“I should have listened to my father’s advice. I should have listened to my father.” Of course, I HAD listened to Dad’s advice. This was the first time in all my 43 years I’d gone shopping on Black Friday. Even worse- this was Thursday night.

And it still gets worse- the store was Kohl’s, a store I dislike because of their overpriced clothes and slow cashiers. But I have to be fair- they do sell good t-shirts, if you ignore the fact that while the graphics are cool, the material is thinner than your average piece of lint.

We ended up in Kohl’s only because I refused to wait in line at Best Buy. The line stretched and snaked around the store and stupid as I felt to be shopping on Black Friday Thursday, no way was I going to lower myself to the level of the motley group standing in the cold for a phone that would be obsolete before I got it out of the box.

I can’t tell you what exactly we went to Kohl’s for- pots? Pillows? The heck of it?- but we ended up with two entirely separate and distinct blenders (which seem to do the same jobs except one blends directly in a cup from the bottom and the other blends directly in a cup from the top) and a Pyrex cooking set. I also picked up a headache and some aggravation, but that was free, no standing in line, which was good, since it was the standing in line that gave me much of the aggravation.

The Modern Depression. Yes, I've used this joke before.

The Modern Depression. Yes, I’ve used this joke before.

The people in front of us had about 108 ugly coats in their wagon, and each one was examined in minute detail, which included holding them up to the light and various family members trying to see the light through the sleeves. I’m not sure what the point of it was, unless it was to see if the sleeves could double as telescope cozies, but that operation was the subject of a great deal of non-English debate. I bring up the fact that they spoke no English not to be biased, but to make you understand why, when the store employees would occasionally ask them to move up, the line was now 20 feet ahead of them, they looked at the employee with complete non-understanding until the employee pointed and waved. And this happened at least four times.

We left, and none of us could find my car in the parking lot. It took almost ten minutes to find it, and when we did, everyone agreed that it was not where we had left it. I, however, know for a fact that it was, because getting in I soaked my foot steeping in the same deep puddle I stepped in getting out.

Next year I stay home and, in honor of my Dad, fall asleep on the couch watching TV.




The “Toylet.” Will Sega Blush With Shame or Flush With Pride?

6 Jan

January 6, 2011

It is a whole other world in Japan. Based on the movies I’ve seen, I wouldn’t go there, it’s dangerous. Just walking down the street to get a carton of milk, you risk ninjas jumping out of trees, ronin ready to skewer you just beyond your fence, rival Kung-fu schools brawling on every corner, and samurai attacks everywhere. Not to mention Godzilla. And when you get to the store? No milk. It’s all rice wine, sake, sake, everywhere sake.

That all may or may not be true, but seriously, Japan is unlike any other country. Where else can you see grown men in business suits reading comic books featuring little girls with elf ears and skirts that don’t cover their panties who get raped every third page? What’s up with that?

Think I’m kidding? Look at this Hello Kitty urinal screen.

Sick enough for you? I’m not done yet. Sega has come up with a whole video game based on the concept of peeing. Called the “Toylet,” the more and stronger you pee the better you do. And if that’s not weird enough for you, it gets pervy too- you can lift little girl’s skirts with your pee.

Read on.

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