And oh what a wonderful plan it was. Mother of the Year worthy!! :) Today is the day that we have been waiting for...Tinkerbell and the Great Fairy Rescue hits stores!! So me and my chitlins were going to go out to breakfast and head over to Target to retrieve this glorious treasure. It was 8:15 am and the store was empty. Humming a happy tune, I found some Halloween candy dishes shaped like candy corn (candy corn will earn its very own post in the near future) and a pumpkin, and a little pumpkin headband for Kaitlyn. Life was good and filled with promise. "I love the smell of Target in the morniiiiing!!"
And then...uuhhhh...where's the movie? Tag is there...several tags are there...no movie. Hmmm...dvd...nothing, blue-ray...nothing, special deluxe edition complete w/ a ring, a bracelet, and a brand new car...nothing. Ok, nobody panic. Find Target person...ok, doesn't speak english, no problem...use broken spanglish and thank the Heavenly Father that Tinkerbell is the same in all languages. Manager informs me that NO TARGET STORES have received the movie yet, check back later. Whaaaaaaaaaaa? Listen MISTER! There IS NO 'check back later' in LittleGirlLand!! Do you want to tell this to my 4 year old who is drooling all over herself w/ joyful anticipation? I think not! I had no choice. Like a mother in the midst of combat, I knew what I had to do. It wasn't going to be pretty, but I'm a mom. And it ain't a pretty job most of the time. So I muster up the courage and...off to WalMart we go. "I love the smell of ...um...Wal...errr...well...ok, I just can't do it... it smells like ass in here." But they had the movie. We got in, held our noses, and got out!
I never understood the disdain people held for WalMart. I got the fact that it put lots of mom & pop stores out of business, and that was a shame, but I tried to balance that w/ the fact that it employed a lot of people, gave them health benefits and provided the masses w/ cheap stuff. This was my feeling until a dreaded Wednesday night a few months ago. I was so disturbed that I whipped out a notebook to record my pain right there in the parking lot. I am off to find that notebook because you must hear the story in the whipped-up, frenzied tone in which it was originally written. Stay tuned...
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