I did a horrific thing yesterday. I went to a toy store.
Now don’t get me wrong, usually that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. But, it’s now THAT time of year and I’d just as soon lock myself in my home than have to deal with the hell that is anything retail. That’s me. Scrooge-stein-berg-owitz.
I think people who work in toy stores during holiday season should get combat pay. Seriously. If you look up the word “masochist” in the dictionary, there has just GOT to be a crack-induced, smiling, red-shirted Toys ‘R Us elf looking back at you. These people are nuts to want to deal with either (a) screaming, crying, snotty children having a meltdown because the Polly Pocket Super Animated But Very Tiny FunHouse is sold out… or, (b) their whiny parents.
It’s a real toss up.
And that is why I say G-d Bless the Internet. G-d bless free shipping and returns. G-d bless the gift wrap option. G-d bless ALWAYS being in stock and G-d bless shopping at 2am.
Now THAT is what I call a Christmas miracle.