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I talked Lisa into going to WallyWorld last evening since we needed a few things for next week. She was hesitant, but I figured it would be fun.
Turns out, it sorta was. Although we apparently missed an actual by-jingos fight between two overzealous women in the towel section, it was sort of a surreal scene as we meandered through the throngs. The joint was jumping for sure.
The store was cordoned off with cop tape every which ways and I remarked to her that I didn't recognize a single soul in there, staff or shopper.
"We been invaded".
We didn't need much and what we were after wasn't part of all the black whatever day rush, so we just worked our way around the perimeter, me interacting randomly with folks along the way like I like to do...
We get to the very back to fetch some DDP and they've got that whole aisle blocked off. We were stopped by a rather stern little fella with a big utility belt (with pistol!) and a red security shirt, who bluntly said "you don't get to go back there".
I was like "wut?"
He says somebody has to come out before we can go in....
apparently they used the aisle to stage all the high-dollar dvd and game console stuff, due to those being the highest theft items.
A nice older, smaller lady employee struggled to go in and bring us out a case of DDP instead, ending my first exposure ever to a dairy aisle being guarded by deadly force.
A nice quiet drive through downtown on the way back to see the lights finished 'er up - and it occurred to me that I'd been living here long enough at this point to be able to have nostalgic memories of my times past here in our small town, as much as I'd always been the fella who "ain't from around here" as they like to say locally.
Holidays are particularly rough on me, some of you know already, what with most all of my own family gone now - but I'm starting to get some peace these days, thanks to Him and the ever-constant presence of Lisa.
I'm so very grateful for both.
Y'all be safe out there - and those towels ain't worth scrappin' over.
-Ed
Turns out, it sorta was. Although we apparently missed an actual by-jingos fight between two overzealous women in the towel section, it was sort of a surreal scene as we meandered through the throngs. The joint was jumping for sure.
The store was cordoned off with cop tape every which ways and I remarked to her that I didn't recognize a single soul in there, staff or shopper.
"We been invaded".
We didn't need much and what we were after wasn't part of all the black whatever day rush, so we just worked our way around the perimeter, me interacting randomly with folks along the way like I like to do...
We get to the very back to fetch some DDP and they've got that whole aisle blocked off. We were stopped by a rather stern little fella with a big utility belt (with pistol!) and a red security shirt, who bluntly said "you don't get to go back there".
I was like "wut?"
He says somebody has to come out before we can go in....
apparently they used the aisle to stage all the high-dollar dvd and game console stuff, due to those being the highest theft items.
A nice older, smaller lady employee struggled to go in and bring us out a case of DDP instead, ending my first exposure ever to a dairy aisle being guarded by deadly force.
A nice quiet drive through downtown on the way back to see the lights finished 'er up - and it occurred to me that I'd been living here long enough at this point to be able to have nostalgic memories of my times past here in our small town, as much as I'd always been the fella who "ain't from around here" as they like to say locally.
Holidays are particularly rough on me, some of you know already, what with most all of my own family gone now - but I'm starting to get some peace these days, thanks to Him and the ever-constant presence of Lisa.
I'm so very grateful for both.
Y'all be safe out there - and those towels ain't worth scrappin' over.
-Ed
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