I should have known pulling up in the parking lot...as I waited patiently for my spot, bitch rolls right in in front. Welcome to the Me First population of Collin County Texas, where we love me some me. Parking lot of course nothing but SUVs and minivans, including of course mine, the Blazebago. Fifteen minutes after opening and the place is packed. Hey, where's that recession? Damn, I thought everyone was too poor to collect more lead-painted Chinese toys this year. Thought the new hot toy was twine, for Chrissakes, listening to the news.
Clearly Texas has Frugality Fatigue as the place is crawling with parents, faces haunted like hostages, attempting to wheel squeaky, delapidated carts in between aisles a cart and a half wide. Children scream. Women in questionably waisted jeans stand slack-jawed in front of the Pink Aisle...Barbie? Hello Kitty? Lobotomy?
Faces are grim. It's December the 1st, and they've already got the Look. But is it good news or bad that all these men and women are willing to wait in line for twenty minutes for the priviledge of owning a talking General Grievous? God help us all.
