This little piggy went to market....
Jun. 30th, 2011 06:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogIf I haven't made it clear previously, I hate shopping. I'd rather have hot bamboo shoots stuck under my fingernails. Once I'm forced into it, though, I'll do everything in my power to get as many of All The Things as I can at once, to cut down on future masochistic manicures.
So went my afternoon.
Working from home earlier, I heard a crash, then a cry. Emily had been tasked to change the batteries in the Scrubbing Bubbly automatic shower cleaner, a recent entry here in the Stupid Lawyer Warning Label Derby. In the process of her doing so, it fell, and a rather important tiny plastic piece went to Jesus. She was very upset, and I assuaged her concerns by promising to either fix it (fat chance) or just get a new one. Some Amazonning assured me it was just a $20 item, and our reliable hardware store had just sent us a $5 coupon for a $20 purchase, so I figured I'd head there for a quick buy on my way to the office.
They no gots.
Next, I started multitasking in my head: Wally World would have it. Plus I can get more fish filters, and hey!, we should probably watch Deathly Hallows 1 right before we go see DH 2: Floopowder Boogaloo, so I'll get one of them, too, and my low-calorie Special K Crack (which also ends with a K) chips. Win win win.
Lose lose lose, it turned out. First, though, I hoped to find a Lucy Kaplansky album we didn't have at the Barnes and Noble on the way to W-Guns. The music/video salesclerk practically tackled me when I got back there, asking what I wanted, and kept trying to talk me into her special-ordering Lucy for me even though she (and I) knew perfectly well that I'd get it quicker and cheaper online. I checked for any Harry Potter vids onsite, as well, since they were doing a B2G1 promotion, and.... videus nothingus! Have retailers just given up their back catalogs in favor of this week's Next Big Things? You'd think they would want to make a push on the previous video right before the new film finally comes out. At least WalMart would have it, though, right? Say right.
You were right not to say right. They had a $30 DVD/BluRay combo package of DH1, which I refused to succumb to. They did not have any scrubbing bubbles. I was too disappointed to look for fish filters or crack, and resolved to head home in total retail withdrawal. But wait! Up at the front of the store, near the registers, was an impluse-buy endcap with a huge poster for the last Harry film, and a prominent slogan: Netflix and kiosks (Pig Latin translation: Edboxray) won't have Deathly Hallows Part One until after May 10th. Get yours now! I'd have loved to, but it was stripped clean of every molecule of Magic. Only Blue Crush 2 and similar remainders remained.
If one could have safely made a left turn on Transit at that hour, I'd have just gone home, but it wasn't, and so I didn't. The turn onto Maple was tough, and the Tops parking lot was easier to navigate into, so I gave them one last retail chance.
They had the replacement shower cleaner. They had a copy of the movie. They even had my crack on sale. (No fish filters, but I'm set for this weekend anyway.) Em was thrilled to see the movie come home and relieved that I'd fixed the problem. (And at no net cost, as it turned out; it cost me 20 bucks, but in today's mail, our county clerk sent me a $20 refund check for a filing fee I'd paid which they, independently, determined they were not entitled to collect. I'm gonna miss you, Kathy Hochul.)
(Now I just need to find Lucy's CD. I was reminded of it in a Zen-like moment in my ride back north on Sunday, about as far away from human company as I got the whole weekend, when an Acoustic Cafe show from somewhere in Virginia came through, suddenly loud and clear, and treated me to her singing "Someday Soon." I'd never heard her sing it before, but I knew, from knowing her voice from a half dozen albums (and having MET her, woot!) that it was her.)
So went my afternoon.
Working from home earlier, I heard a crash, then a cry. Emily had been tasked to change the batteries in the Scrubbing Bubbly automatic shower cleaner, a recent entry here in the Stupid Lawyer Warning Label Derby. In the process of her doing so, it fell, and a rather important tiny plastic piece went to Jesus. She was very upset, and I assuaged her concerns by promising to either fix it (fat chance) or just get a new one. Some Amazonning assured me it was just a $20 item, and our reliable hardware store had just sent us a $5 coupon for a $20 purchase, so I figured I'd head there for a quick buy on my way to the office.
They no gots.
Next, I started multitasking in my head: Wally World would have it. Plus I can get more fish filters, and hey!, we should probably watch Deathly Hallows 1 right before we go see DH 2: Floopowder Boogaloo, so I'll get one of them, too, and my low-calorie Special K Crack (which also ends with a K) chips. Win win win.
Lose lose lose, it turned out. First, though, I hoped to find a Lucy Kaplansky album we didn't have at the Barnes and Noble on the way to W-Guns. The music/video salesclerk practically tackled me when I got back there, asking what I wanted, and kept trying to talk me into her special-ordering Lucy for me even though she (and I) knew perfectly well that I'd get it quicker and cheaper online. I checked for any Harry Potter vids onsite, as well, since they were doing a B2G1 promotion, and.... videus nothingus! Have retailers just given up their back catalogs in favor of this week's Next Big Things? You'd think they would want to make a push on the previous video right before the new film finally comes out. At least WalMart would have it, though, right? Say right.
You were right not to say right. They had a $30 DVD/BluRay combo package of DH1, which I refused to succumb to. They did not have any scrubbing bubbles. I was too disappointed to look for fish filters or crack, and resolved to head home in total retail withdrawal. But wait! Up at the front of the store, near the registers, was an impluse-buy endcap with a huge poster for the last Harry film, and a prominent slogan: Netflix and kiosks (Pig Latin translation: Edboxray) won't have Deathly Hallows Part One until after May 10th. Get yours now! I'd have loved to, but it was stripped clean of every molecule of Magic. Only Blue Crush 2 and similar remainders remained.
If one could have safely made a left turn on Transit at that hour, I'd have just gone home, but it wasn't, and so I didn't. The turn onto Maple was tough, and the Tops parking lot was easier to navigate into, so I gave them one last retail chance.
They had the replacement shower cleaner. They had a copy of the movie. They even had my crack on sale. (No fish filters, but I'm set for this weekend anyway.) Em was thrilled to see the movie come home and relieved that I'd fixed the problem. (And at no net cost, as it turned out; it cost me 20 bucks, but in today's mail, our county clerk sent me a $20 refund check for a filing fee I'd paid which they, independently, determined they were not entitled to collect. I'm gonna miss you, Kathy Hochul.)
(Now I just need to find Lucy's CD. I was reminded of it in a Zen-like moment in my ride back north on Sunday, about as far away from human company as I got the whole weekend, when an Acoustic Cafe show from somewhere in Virginia came through, suddenly loud and clear, and treated me to her singing "Someday Soon." I'd never heard her sing it before, but I knew, from knowing her voice from a half dozen albums (and having MET her, woot!) that it was her.)