Merry Christmas Jesus.

Last Thursday I went to Target and got my tree, lights, and blah blah blah. Everything was in stock. Huge selection. No problems. So I went again to get more lights for my balcony on Sunday, and this time it was like looking for canned goods after nuclear winter. I shit  you not. There were like maybe 3 boxes left of the hundreds upon hundreds that were there the other day.

So I ask the emo kid there what the deal is. Now, let me preface this by telling you that this kid had jet black hair,  faux hawk, skinny pants, an eyebrow ring, and a snarky ass attitude.

So I say to the guy, “What’s the deal with the lights? There is like nothing left. Was there some kind of sale or something?“

So this little fucker sits there for a second like a dear caught in headlights and sorta stares at me like I’m crazy, and then says, “Uhhhh… its two and a half weeks from Christmas and people have bought them all.” As if I am buying lights on Christmas Eve or something.

Then why are the rest of the shelves fully stocked?

Now let me tell you that everything else in the department was fully in stock. Literally, everything else was in stock. It wasn’t like there were some lights gone, but there was like light crumbs laying around. As if the eyebrow ring alone wasn’t enough to set this kid on fire, I ask him if he can scan the shit and tell me if there is anything at any of the other stores, and he is just like, “They’re not going to have any either.”

I was so shocked by what a little smart ass dick he was, I didn’t even have my wits about me to respond. What I should have said was, “Uhh… Maybe you guys didn’t order enough fucking lights, and if I’m that fucking late getting my decorations up, why is everything else in stock?” But alas I didn’t. Somewhat anticlimactically, we went and bought lights at Walmart where the lights were plentiful.

My display is now a glorious celebration to the baby Jesus. But the whole point is fuck that kid

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