The Blackest of Fridays 2013
I am allergic to shopping. I detest having to bring a snack, hiking
from the car to the store’s entrance. It is nearing the end of my time with the
handicap placard and I have been taking full advantage of possessing one. At
times, it is not an issue of limping as I approach the entry way and other
instances where I have to exaggerate the motion. Hate to think someone would be
disgusted with me, using a permit when I didn’t need to. Have to remind myself,
after the 30th to avoid high traffic hours and not park in the
Handicap designated spots. Either that, or I find a new friend who needs
surgery and a six month temporary pass.
Chuck & Don’s (for those of you who don’t live in the Twin Cities,
it is a chain of pet stores) tried to entice me to with a pound donation to a local
shelter if I brought Ty into one of the stores between 7 and 9am. I didn’t budge.
Arrived later in the day to find a small version of Tyrus sniffing his way
along the treat aisle and a drooling Saint Bernard named Rosie meandering around
the store. Made me wish I had peeled my way from under the mound of covers to come
in earlier. I bought out the store, loaded the massive bags of dog and cat food,
treats and Christmas stocking stuffers then made my way down the road to work. As
I drove past the Mall, I was very happy to be heading in the opposite direction
of the crazed masses of rabid shoppers. I do hope there are no reports of trampling
on the news tonight.
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