November 27, 2011
Today is Sunday at 6:30am. I have been up for 30+ minutes since I fell asleep at 9:30 last night. I had just taken my Geritol and it makes me drowsy. Plus, the episode of Matlock was not especially intriguing. Yes, I am trying to say I am old. When the reality of the situation is that I am tired.
Why tired? Can't figure it out. I closed at The Target Wednesday night which meant working 2pm-1am. Thanksgiving meant a trip to see Great Aunt Rhetta at 10:30 (who still thinks I am her greatest joy), and then a trip to Cracker Barrel for dinner. Along with the rest of Cincinnati. When we got there, they told us the wait was 97 minutes. 97. I think they chose this arbitrary amount of time to throw us off. First, I doubt very much that the management there had any clue how long it was going to be before they sat us. Second, 97? My theory is that by saying 97 minutes instead of ONE AND A HALF HOURS, they don't get as many upset people.
Beth, being as smart as she is beautiful, decided we needed carryout. This only took about 34 minutes and gave CJ and me time to look at some of the things in the country store there and for him to remind me what a Goofwegian he is. It also gave us time to make fun of people's last names when they were being called to be seated. Our personal best was when they called the Naily family. When they had to call them a second time, we decided they must be out getting hammered.
So after a delicious CB dinner, I took a nap for a couple hours. Then it was off to The Target at 9:30 to be ready to open at midnight. At midnight everyone rushed in and we had a couple of crazy hours until about 3am. Then all the guests went home and went to bed. We waited for the second wave, and waited. My boss finally told me to go home around 7:30. On the way home I heard about some lady using pepper spray on other shoppers to keep them away from what she wanted to buy. I think she was in California and Kelly can probably let us know if everyone in Cali is that cray cray. I do not think the lady remembers that Santa sees you when you are awake too.
I grogged my way through the rest of Friday and even went out with Beth to the mall around 6pm. The mall had a lot of foot traffic, but not many people had shopping bags. Santa arrived while we were there and and had some elves with him who had some rather long faces. I don't know where they go from here if they are unhappy on November 25th. Do they realize that they have 30 days until Christmas?
I was reminded of one of CJ's jokes from our time together Thursday. A horse walked into a bar and the bartender asked him, "Why the long face?" Horse: "Because I have cancer."
At lease we are not paying for his high school education.
I worked again yesterday and those of us who had done the midnight thing on Friday were making the best of it though most of us looked like zombies. It is a good thing we weren't actually zombies as finding human brains to eat on Saturday might have been difficult.
That leads to today and I am off. It will be nice to go to service, get some Chipotle, watch some football, and spend time with Beth and CJ. I was going to rake the rest of the leaves today and clean out the gutters again, but it is raining. Does anyone else hear the couch calling me?
Be right there.