Reporting from the war zone. Everyone is walking around with their asses about 6 inches off the ground or mostly just standing and staring at the shelves hoping that perfect gift falls off the shelf. And you better watch where you are going because nobody else is. Ankles getting cart clipped all over. And heaven forbid you ask for help. The people just look at you with their eyes galssed over Rocky II look. You ask them to help you find something, they just point towards the department and Grunt. For all of you smart folks that finished early, as soon as I can get to my beer I am going to solute you. Merry Christmas.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 04:10:04 +0000
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