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| - Imagine the fear of being sent a list of gifts (from your niece) for toys, two weeks before Christmas. There's nothing that'll make you want to drink or smoke a joint more, once you receive that news.
Putting on a brave face, I ventured in at 11:00am on a Thursday morning, 2 weeks prior Christmas Eve., and to my surprise, the store was clean, well stocked and had some great sales.
Not having any kids, I felt a tad out of place...sort of the same look that a deer in headlights has, but I valiantly faced my fears and began this challenge.
Finding a few things was fairly easy, however they've got toys all over the place! I thought it would like a library and all the Playskool stuff would be in one area, the Fisher Price stuff in another area....but no...they make you hunt throughout the store (I think it's a secret society whose goal is to torture parents). How was I to know that one toy was in the "Activity/Science Area", while another was in the "Game" section? Why God, why?
Thankfully, a very nice staff member steered me in the right direction (she actually walked me over to the toy) when she saw that I was going to have a huge meltdown after wandering the store for almost an hour. Seeing a grown man cry would not have been pleasant. She was stellar and a godsend, however the minute she showed me where the toy was, she was pounced on by a parent who had a list of about 20 items. Retail workers at Christmas have my utmost esteem.
The cashier was friendly and was seamless. Gift receipts offered and out the door I went.
I feel triumphant !
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