Oh, the sweet smell of VICTORY!

Black Friday is my own personal nightmare. I hate crowds. So to venture, to WalMart, by myself at 4:30am is quite a stretch. Nicole would usually be dragging me to such things, but she has to work today. My nephew, Chance (bless his heart), was willing to drive up to my WalMart to help me. I got there early and told him not to bother, since there were only 3 of the Hot Wheels Jeeps and about 20 people wanting them. That said, I was one of those 20 people and I didn't care how long they'd been waiting there to get one. First to grab gets it. Unfortunately, these are not exactly handheld sized items. Please view the pictures below at just how large this box is. The shipping weight on it is 25 lbs. Realize that I was BY MYSELF with no cart. Ya, I ROCK!

There are few things I hate worse than crowds, but crowds of white trash people are awful. There was this 'lady' (I use the word loosely). She had her hand on 2 of the Jeeps (a boy and a girl one). I knew darn well she couldn't get both of them, so I wrestled for the boy one. When I say wrestled, I am not exaggerating. We went to the floor both clinging to this box. She elbowed me in the head calling me all sorts of lovely names. I held my ground on principle more than anything. She was just so wretched. I couldn't imagine her being someone's grandma, let alone her doing anything nice for anyone. After 5 minutes of this and her plopping her large ass on top of the box, her equally pleasant daughter brought her a cart. I politely told her that she wasn't worth my time and that I thought she was an embarrassment (as if I hadn't been). She told me to 'meet her outside' to see what she was worth. It was hilarious. Seriously, out of control, hilarious. Knowing that Mason doesn't care about this Jeep one bit, made it more comical for me to fight with her over it. In the end, dignity mattered more to me and I let her have her Jeep. I can only pray that no one snapped a photo of it and that it'll be posted in the local newspaper.

I had heard that there was another pallet of the Jeeps in the back by the Lawn & Garden section, but that it was all girl ones. Nicole had thought of getting one for Ellie, so I strolled back there to see. Much to my surprise, there were a few left of BOTH. I could only get one by myself, so I got the boy one for Mason. I carried that thing from the back of the store all the way to the registers through swarms of crazy people. I finally got a cart at the register that someone didn't need and was able to use it to push this Jeep from WalMart all the way through the parking lot, across the street, and into the Home Depot parking lot where I had found my truck. My walking away with dignity paid off and now the sweet smell of VICTORY is all mine!

Sorry, Ellie Bellie, that you won't be getting your Jeep for Christmas. You can ride in Mason's as much as you want. (In truth, he's still a little young for it!)