Seven seasons of septuagenarian heaven
If there’s anything I’ve learned in this life, it’s two things:
1) Don’t shop while hungry tipsy.
The second one I’ll share at the end.
Basically, I met up with some friends for a couple of drinks after work and opted to stop at Target because I needed a few things. Those few things needed:
- Laundry detergent
- Vitamins and fish oil pills
- Air conditioner air filters
- Um… Charmin
- And some food
On the way into the store, I noticed someone had left their headlights on. I memorized the license plate and approached the cart guy outside the store. He told me to head to the customer guest service desk, where this happened:
Me: Excuse me, but someone left their headlights on in the parking lot.
Worker: They’ll probably just turn off themselves.
Me: I don’t think so. It’s an old green Escort parked in a handicapped spot.
Worker: I’ll get to it when the line is clear.
(I wandered off to look at the sales ad in case the worker wanted more information.)
Random lady (leaving): You were very nice for doing that.
Me: Well thank you.
Me Just Grim...
Feeling victorious and uplifted, I made my way to the toy section first. No real reason why, other than force of (forcive?) habit… of collecting. Being in between a series of collectibles to search for, I’ve often eyed the animated Transformers toy line, and upon finally hearing the worker announce the Escort parked in a handicapped spot with its headlights on, I picked up a mini-Grimlock. No essentials yet. Just a small child’s toy.
I rounded the corner into the Lego aisle and what did I see? Brand new Indiana Jones playsets. Say what you will (and I have) about the last movie, the playsets from Raiders, Temple of Doom, and Last Crusade are pretty sweet, and in my hands in an instant (Ambush in Cairo almost made the cut).
Deflated and defeated, I put back everything but Grimlock and walked over to the electronics section. Guess what I discovered there?
Every season of Golden Girls for $9 each!
I had a similar impulse a few weeks ago when the first four seasons of Saturday Night Live was on sale for $20 each, but this one I’d follow through. Several weekends in September are about to be booked up. Mjusayn.
I eventually gathered up my remaining essentials, plus a ton of food. (Yay! Hard salami‘s back at Target! For now…) I put the bottle of Gain laundry detergent and a bottle of Liquid Plumr (‘cuz you never know) on the bottom of the cart, and a thought crossed my mind:
I wonder if someone will check the bottom of the cart…
At the checkout counter, the clerk brought something to everyone’s attention:
Somebody really must like Golden Girls.
I emptied the basket and pushed it forward to refill it with bagged items. I noticed I had slipped the Gain and Liquid Plumr past the clerk. I looked back into the eyes of the people that laughed at my must really liking Golden Girls, and a voice echoed in my head:
You were very nice for doing that.
I removed the two jugs from off the lower tray. “I almost forgot something.”
After paying, I headed to my vehicle, past where an Escort with a dead battery could have been. As I filled my trunk with purchases, the cart attendant approached to help. I said thanks, and he nodded as he took the cart to add it to the returning basket train.
Finis.
Oh yeah, and the other thing I learned:
2) Don’t assume your friends ordered whatever beer was
on special, because it just might be regularly priced.
Man, I loved that living room TV. It was encased in wood and its screen was somewhere around 30 inches across. There were no dials. Instead, it had touch sensor controls. You could change the channel with your toes! (Because there was no remote, you see.)
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