Last night we were goofing on a Menard's ad for the Black Friday crush... The ostensibly-home-improvement store had three different flyers in the high-priced placement of the day's Chicago Tribune newspaper.
We made great sport of the things Menard's is selling -- lumber, shelving units, water heaters and filters, the usual stuff. But the ancillary crap -- notebook computers, iPod accessories, kitchen appliances, pots and pans, summer sausage (Really? At a fucking lumber yard??) candies, Christmas cards... We had a great laugh.
The sale went from 6 a.m. to 11, so I said I'd set my alarm to make sure I didn't miss it...
Got up about 9, made it to the store by 10:30, and by God, half of the things I wanted were already sold out. And it wasn't like they only had a few items -- there were entire end displays vacated. Looked like a hoard of locust went through there... Mexican locust, by the look (and the sound) of things... Understandable, as the store is between Mundelein and Diamond Lake, Illinois -- a burgeoning nesting ground for our brothers from under the border.
Dumbest thing I ever did was to take "French" in High School. (But they speak Frenchola in Canada, which is where I was planning to go if that VietNam war had run on a few more years...)
Oh well. Anyway, I wasn't looking for quality stuff there, just the goofy gifts you get when you ask for goofy gifts for Christmas. I really don't shop the local lumber yards for quality electronics and kitchenware. I go to PetSmart for that stuff...
I hear a leftover turkey sandwich calling me, then I have a meeting at 1 p.m. -- my ass will be meeting my recliner, and I want to be there when it happens. Aloha.
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The rambling musings of a 50ish construction superintendent. Schooled in the Midwest as a journalist, consigned to a career in construction by personal circumstances, our hero has a novel inside of him -- which is where it should stay. In its stead, he offers this blog to the thronging masses, both washed and unwashed.
