December 20, 2006

A Mother’s Mission to Find a Wii

10 a.m.:  Despite barely having a voice because I am still sick, I call Toys R Us, Target and Walmart.  Walmart tells me that their FedEx guy comes at 1 pm and that it’s possible they could get some Wii consoles. 

12-12:30 p.m.:  Rush to get lunch made and eaten.  Load a 5-year old and a 14-month old into the car along with my sick self to get to Walmart by 1.

12:50 p.m.:  Arrive in Walmart’s electronics department and ask about the Wii.  I sense a bit of amusement on the face of this lanky kid and I consider smacking him around.  He then says, "We got two.  They’re already gone."  I confirm that they won’t be getting any other shipments.  Then I seek out the manager who I’ve talked to before and ask her about why she told me 1 when they came in earlier.  Apparently it’s between 11-1.  Gee, thanks for telling me NOW.  I consider telling her what kind of effort it takes to get two little people and a sick mama out the door and into a store, but decide not to waste anymore of my time. 

1:00 p.m.:  Leave Walmart, run miscellaneous errands and then head across town.  I drive by Best Buy and decide that is hopeless.

2:00 p.m.: Arrive at Circuit City.  The guy doesn’t even make eye contact with me when I ask.  I know they’re sick of hearing the question, but I am just as sick of asking it and would appreciate some acknowledgment that I exist and matter somewhat.  Eye contact and a lack of mumbling would be appreciated.  I sneeze in his direction and leave.  A Christmas cold for you-bah humbug!

2:10 p.m.:  It occurs to me that there’s another Walmart in the area. 

2:20 p.m.:  Confirm with yet another person who has the personality of a brick that they received no Wii’s.

2:30 p.m.: Because I am a glutton for punishment, I decide that I’ll check in at the Gamestop next to Walmart.  Maybe, just maybe they’ll sell me their floor model or something (or not).  I ask about the Wii, and they say "No, but we have two PS3’s and they’re the 60 GB ones."  I almost fall over in the store.  PS3’s???  Unbelievable.  I try to call my husband to see if he wants one or knows anyone who does.  He doesn’t answer his phone.

2:40 p.m.:  I am getting on the highway and Mr. BBM calls me.  "Go get it," he says.

2:50 p.m.: Arrive back at Gamestop and purchase the PS3.  I then say to the guy who rang me up, "And here’s the part where the lady with a PS3 and two kids gets attacked in the parking lot."  He decided to walk me to my car.  How nice was that?

3:00-present time:  Relish in the fact that I have a PS3 and an ebayer doesn’t. 

Do you think someone would trade me for a Wii and the difference?  How ridiculous that I could walk in and get a PS3, but not a Wii?

And how ridiculous is it that I still haven’t given up?

Update on BBM’s Dad:  He is STILL in the hospital.  They are having a difficult time regulating his blood and getting the right dosage of the blood thinners.  He’s looking at a weekend homecoming if they can get things under control.  No one was happy to hear that news including my Dad.  Apparently he’s been taking long walks around the hospital unsupervised which is sort of frowned upon.  I’m thinking he’s considering an escape attempt, and at this point, who can blame him?

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