The Grinch Was Framed

I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because Lulu deserves it.

I am officially sick of the season. Seriously. I just don’t want to deal with this crap anymore. On Friday night, every last one of us had to be told by one of the managers that we couldn’t “make any of the members feel singled out” by asking them to show their membership cards. Because apparently someone did because “other people weren’t asked”.

Every other member already has their card either in their hand or poking out of their wallet. There’s no reason to ask. But if someone doesn’t have the damned thing out, then guess what? WE HAVE TO ASK. JFC, people, how fucking stupid are you? I swear, if anyone else pulls this shit on me again, I am going to tell them “Most already have it out, because they have common sense, which you obviously lack”. Gah!

This is the same time of year that Wiesia got ripped a new one by a customer–no, I refuse to call them members right now–because she dared to do her fucking job. I get it: Ca$hma$ shopping is stressful. It sucks. But that stress you’re feeling? That shit’s all on you. If the holidays are that stressful, you need to tone things down and quit buying so much crap. Seriously, does your eighth cousin, twelve times removed really need a new toaster? Does your extended family, whom you rarely see, need to have several hundred dollars spent on them? Does your kid really need that hot toy of the year?

Ten to one, the answer to these questions are no. That hot “OMG Mom I totally need this toy!” will be sitting in a closet, unused and taking up space, within a week. Your extended family will take care of themselves. Your distant cousin doesn’t need the damn toaster. I’m not kidding. None of this is worth stressing over, so just stop. And that’s not even getting into the hypocrisy of most people, who bow down to Almighty Capitalism while shrieking about how we “need” to keep the Christ in Christmas!

Now, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been doing a bit of holiday shopping myself. But everything has been for the cat. Some toys, some treats, a cute and cuddly blanket, things like that. She’ll appreciate them. She’ll get lots of cuddles, kisses and hugs, which I know she’ll enjoy. So yeah, someone here is getting some presents for Christmas and it’s Lulu.

But here’s the thing: when I picked up Lulu’s gifts, I was in a wonderful mood. I was pleasant and courteous to store employees and staff. I did everything I could to not be a demanding pain in the ass.

In other words, I wasn’t a jerk. And it wasn’t that difficult to not act like a jerk. All you need is some decency. That’s basically all.

Too bad most people don’t understand that.

About Silverwynde

I'm a Transformers fan, Pokémon player, Brewers fan and all-out general nerd. I rescue abandoned Golett, collect as many Bumblebee decoys and figures as I can find and I've attended every BotCon--official and non--since 1999. I'm also happily married to a fellow Transfan named Prime and we were both owned by a very intelligent half-Siamese cat, who crossed the Rainbow Bridge on June 16, 2018. We still miss him. But we're now the acting staff of a Maine Coon kitty named Lulu, who pretty much rules the house. Not that we're complaining about that.
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