The Day After…

The day after Christmas, the gifts are shoved in the back of the closet and the deals are to be had.  The stores cut prices to get rid of the shit that no one bought when it was on sale to began with and the returns and exchange counter is piled high and the return lines stretch out the door.

I went to two places this morning. The first was Target and when we walk inside there isn’t a single cart to be seen by the front door, crazy. The funniest thing was everyone was packed in an “L” shaped area of the store that consisted of the grocery, electronics, toys, and Christmas decor. Every where else in the store was a ghost town. I walked to the men’s clothing to grab some socks, you can never have too many socks, and there wasn’t a single other soul in the department.

The second place was Wal-Mart. Normally I hate shopping there and this morning just reinforced that. But it was the place with the cheapest Upcoverting DVD players by at least $20 so I bit the bullet and headed inside. Entire shelves were stripped clean. In the electronics department I find the DVD Players but the only one of the model I want is an open box. And the worker I asked if they had any more in the back was a total dick. Never again Wal-Mart.

Christmas is coming…

Christmas is in two days and for the first time in years I’m not out running around like a headless chicken looking for gifts for people that I’ve only talked twice in the past year. The secret to my success? Barnes & Noble, baby!

But despite the fact I don’t need to go out in the madness and the road rage, part of me wants for old times sake good out there and purchase something for myself. Circuit City had a 50-pack of DVD-Rs on sale.

Now that I’m looking back at this post, maybe I should see how many retailers I can drop in here, maybe they’ll give me some kick backs.

Let’s see, I could go to Sears for some new Craftsman tools, Kohl’s for shoes, PetSmart for dog food, Tractor Supply Co. for new fencing material, Lowe’s for a snowblower, and finish off the day with a bigass Whopper at Burger King.

I expect my check in the mail.