wii shall overcome
So we decided at 8:36 p.m. to get from the Studio to Best Buy before they closed at 9:00, so 
cattifer could get herself a wii. I got us there at 8:51 without breaking any of the important traffic laws. "No cop, no stop," is our new motto. We end up being ignored barely tolerated helped by this pear-shaped, bearded, (and we're not talking the cool, fashionable beard of the respectable gentleman or Hell's Angel, no. We speak here of the sparse growth of the pasty-white gamer nerd who is too fucking lazy to shave.) nappy-haired travesty of a human being who heaved great sighs at being forced, FORCED, i tell you, to stop talking with his sales associate buddies about his WOW or City of Heroes exploits for the seven seconds it took him to look at us and say, "No we don't got any wiis you could try another store." That and a half-shrug were all the sales "assistance" we got.
However rude it was, the advice was sound, so our quest took us out of Best Buy and over to Fred Meyers, the local grocery/everything store. We found nothing in the electronics depatrment but a single swamped sales associate that I probably pissed off by interrupting his phone conversation with a loud, "HI! WE'RE WONDERING IF YOU HAVE ANY WIIS IN STOCK?"
I have learned that while being patient and polite will take you far in life, being aggressive to the point of rudeness will take you far in stores, and usually get you there much faster. So while he pierced me with a withering stare, he also mouthed a "no." Off we went to the nearest used game store. This guy, while not having any wiis in stock, possessed a sunny and helpful disposition. I'm sure the fact thatcattifer is a fine example of why men should not be gay (not that there's anything wrong with that) helped out, but overall he justed seemed like a really nice guy. Walking out of the store we agreed to provide his store with our patronage at some later date.
At that point there was really nothing to it. We were determined that the universe should not denycattifer her wii craving. We grudgingly pointed my car in the direction of Wal*star*Mart. Several minutes and an unspoken mutual agreement that none of us would ever reproduce later, we emerged from past the clutches of the greeter, who we think told us something in a language not our own as we were leaving, and back into the parking lot. As a final footnote to our Wal*star*Mart visit, as we were getting in the car, a battered pickup truck pulls into the empty space next to ours, radio blaring Toby Kieth, or some other artist who contradicts John Lennon by mintaining that all you need is moonshine, a faithful truck and a good huntin' dog. Our respective vehicles were adjascent to each other for perhaps twenty seconds, yet as we pulled away, we all realized the interior of our car now reeked of stale cigarette smoke. I will leave you to draw your own mental picture of the trucks two occupants.
We decided at this point that the universe had won again, and wii ownage was not in the stars forcattifer this night. Feeling defeated and despondant, we sought comfort in the forgiving arms of the girl at the Kristy Kreme drive through.
Driving to dropcattifer and her husband off where their car was parked, we realized that indeed you can't always get what you want, but sometimes... you get what you wiid.
cattifer could get herself a wii. I got us there at 8:51 without breaking any of the important traffic laws. "No cop, no stop," is our new motto. We end up being However rude it was, the advice was sound, so our quest took us out of Best Buy and over to Fred Meyers, the local grocery/everything store. We found nothing in the electronics depatrment but a single swamped sales associate that I probably pissed off by interrupting his phone conversation with a loud, "HI! WE'RE WONDERING IF YOU HAVE ANY WIIS IN STOCK?"
I have learned that while being patient and polite will take you far in life, being aggressive to the point of rudeness will take you far in stores, and usually get you there much faster. So while he pierced me with a withering stare, he also mouthed a "no." Off we went to the nearest used game store. This guy, while not having any wiis in stock, possessed a sunny and helpful disposition. I'm sure the fact that
cattifer is a fine example of why men should not be gay (not that there's anything wrong with that) helped out, but overall he justed seemed like a really nice guy. Walking out of the store we agreed to provide his store with our patronage at some later date. At that point there was really nothing to it. We were determined that the universe should not deny
cattifer her wii craving. We grudgingly pointed my car in the direction of Wal*star*Mart. Several minutes and an unspoken mutual agreement that none of us would ever reproduce later, we emerged from past the clutches of the greeter, who we think told us something in a language not our own as we were leaving, and back into the parking lot. As a final footnote to our Wal*star*Mart visit, as we were getting in the car, a battered pickup truck pulls into the empty space next to ours, radio blaring Toby Kieth, or some other artist who contradicts John Lennon by mintaining that all you need is moonshine, a faithful truck and a good huntin' dog. Our respective vehicles were adjascent to each other for perhaps twenty seconds, yet as we pulled away, we all realized the interior of our car now reeked of stale cigarette smoke. I will leave you to draw your own mental picture of the trucks two occupants.We decided at this point that the universe had won again, and wii ownage was not in the stars for
cattifer this night. Feeling defeated and despondant, we sought comfort in the forgiving arms of the girl at the Kristy Kreme drive through. Driving to drop
cattifer and her husband off where their car was parked, we realized that indeed you can't always get what you want, but sometimes... you get what you wiid.