..the day I was visisted by He Who Thirsts.
4:31am: In line at Ultimate Electronix(names have been changed to protect the guilty). I was number 31 in line from the door. That means there were people up earlier than I was to get inside. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry for their poor souls. A pimply kid just post puberty comes out all bundled up like it's fucking ten below freezing telling us that there's only thirty(fucking 3o!!) tvs available inside. My mind immediately drifts towards mass homicide and various acts of cannibalism. Better judgement-or exhaustion-stays my hand and I gear up for work at 5:30.
5:45am: work. It usually sucks at this hour of the day seieng as how the fucking sun isn't even up yet but the shittyness is compounded further by the fact that I didn't get my fucking TV. I curse Ultimate Electronix' mother and suffer through 8 hours of exhausted half-assed work.
1-Something pm: I'm free from the hell that is inadvertent naked man viewing!! I immediatly zoom-well more like shuffle seeing how I drive a civic lx-to wallmart, Target, and Best Buy. All sold out save for Target. They have a deal going that if you open a target card they give you 10% off of the tv. I'm immediately down on my knees thanking whoever is listening in Heaven..or hell..for my good fortune. I fill out the paperwork and the shit comes back with "Needs further processing". I start to cry right there in front of Ashley my friendly Target sales rep who's not a day over 16. She says I can buy it now and once the card is pushed trhough further processing I'd get my 10% off. I tell her she's a fucking idiot if she thinks I'm getting suckered into that shit. It would, in effect, defeat the point of even opening the card. I politely tell her to blow me and walk out.
2:37pm: I cry alone in my room. I hate you all.
The end.
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