Girl With 3 EEEs

It was called Red Friday because my pockets were bleeding, people!! My savings are in the red!

It all started on a very lazy Thanksgiving afternoon. I was surfing the internets, when I got a text from my sister, along the lines of "OMG! Crazy Staples sale on digital camera with free printer!" Crap. I love a good sale, and I love buying things even more. I go to Staples.com and look at their black friday circular. HOLY CRAP - 640GB external hard drive for $70???? Shitola, I might have to pick that up. And they did have an $80 kodak camera that included a 1GB memory card, which I needed 2 of for christmas gifts (next year, kids, you're getting potted plants). Two great deals in one great store. Which meant that I had to be at Staples by 6am. I really don't know what 6am looks like most of the time, but that didn't stop me from going to bed at around midnight.

I get up and get ready to go by 5:50 (Staples is only a few minutes if my train is ready to go when I get there). But since it was technically still late night, my train was on the "I ain't leaving this station until 6am" schedule. So, I get to 125th Street Staples after the doors are open and, um, it was chaos. I go to the case for the hard drives and there was already a line at the case, waiting for the ONE PERSON who had the key to all the cases. And this case only had 2 of the advertised hard drive. Excuse me? But they guy said he would look in the back storage and bring out what they had. Shouldn't they have done that already in preparation? They did it with everything else that was on sale. Apparently, I needed a friggin ticket to get the camera, and they would only give you 1 ticket per person. Ok, but isn't the point of these black friday sales is first come first served type deal? Like, if you get there too late, you're screwed? Why limit? So, while I was in the check out line to redeem my ticket for the camera, I saw the guy bring out the rest of the hard drives and tell another guy that he can just pick his up at the front. "Oh, so I'll do that, too" I thought, since you don't need a ticket for that. Screw you, pal.

I walked out the store, partially triumphant at around 6:20 or so, but I needed that 2nd camera. So, I sucked it up and braved Herald Square (aka Macy's land and tourist hellhole) to go to the Staples down there. OK, when I was a teen and I had off from school, I liked to sleep in. Not these kids. An assload of them were at Old Navy and I had to (quickly) maneuver around/through them to get to Staples. God, they were everywhere, all perky and hopped up on spending their parent's money. Anyway, got to Staples, where they had a mountain of cameras that you didn't NEED a ticket for. Fucking 125th street Staples. Let me tell you, one of those cashiers at 34th Street got trained really well in upselling because every time she rang something up for me, she was pushing something: No, dear, I don't want a $5 warranty on a $15 USB drive. No, dear, I don't want another memory card. Yes, i am sure because I've worked with way less and got an assload of pics. Yet again, I don't want a warranty on the camera. If my niece/nephew decides to drop it in the toilet, then it shouldn't have been in the bathroom in the first place.

So, its 6:50, and, naturally, I'm hungry. I risk falling down the steep stairs of Burger King to get a croissantwich. There are 2 people ahead of me, with only 1 person on the register (naturally). An older lady is already at the register, pulling out tiny pieces of paper and cash. She pays and then she quickly gets her food and rushes out the door (why did the person immediately before me and immediately after me get their food before I did?) Then I notice money on the ground, which is the perk of me being shy: I look down all the time. It was folded twice, and I was studying the wording on the back of the bill. It looked really tight together, and I know what all bills up to the $20 bill looks like with a weird intimacy, so I knew it was higher than a $20. I was PRAYING to all heaven that no one saw the money on the ground. AND THEY DIDN'T! So when the woman before me when to the register, I kneeled next to her feet and picked up the money. Drumroll, please: $100!! Oh, and I soooooooo needed it. So, all before 7am, I survived the crowds and found $100! By 8am, I was already home, transferring all my music and pics to the hard drive. By 10am, I was already napping.

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