Post by 📚 Dianne 📚 on Dec 8, 2018 5:51:27 GMT -8
Vicious, I tell you...especially the cute little old wizened, grandma looking woman. Vicious, like BABA YAGA vicious!
To start this saga --- (sa·ga
:/ˈsäɡə/ noun)
a long story of heroic achievement, especially a medieval prose narrative in Old Norse or Old Icelandic.
I just had to add that because it makes this story a little less pathetic! I went to a tent sale of name brand handbags and came out bruised, insulted, pushed pulled and bullied. I had handbags snatched out of my grasp, elbowed twice to the middle, pushed down, hip-checked, my sister was insulted about her height and weight and my niece had to leave 'cause she started to hyperventilate.
Well as I said, to start this pathetic saga you need to go to the begining>>> This is a sale in Connecticut in my former hometown - Imagine if you will below freezing temps, wind, standing in the shade outside for over an hour to get in being, near the shoreline, having a toddler and a 3-year-old with us, driving in rush hour traffic when you don't need to go to work, parking running out and to my horror police all over the place, (well I know why now!) well you get the picture.
Well, we did all that and I said to my sister as we were standing there waiting for them to open, freezing with runny noses (they only let so many in at a time) that "watch, I'll bet that they let everyone in and stop at us"---guess what? Yep, they stopped at us!!! But we persevered and they finally let us in. With stiffened from the cold hands I started pawing at the bags nearest me...with 'sword' raised high and banner flying I decided to move on and that's when the mayhem started...
I may have come out semi-victorious in the end but I will never do battle with the grandmotherly type women again-especially the ones coming in from Jersey and New York! And if I break my vow I will learn how to fight first and dress warmer!
Merry Christmas!
To start this saga --- (sa·ga
:/ˈsäɡə/ noun)
a long story of heroic achievement, especially a medieval prose narrative in Old Norse or Old Icelandic.
I just had to add that because it makes this story a little less pathetic! I went to a tent sale of name brand handbags and came out bruised, insulted, pushed pulled and bullied. I had handbags snatched out of my grasp, elbowed twice to the middle, pushed down, hip-checked, my sister was insulted about her height and weight and my niece had to leave 'cause she started to hyperventilate.
Well as I said, to start this pathetic saga you need to go to the begining>>> This is a sale in Connecticut in my former hometown - Imagine if you will below freezing temps, wind, standing in the shade outside for over an hour to get in being, near the shoreline, having a toddler and a 3-year-old with us, driving in rush hour traffic when you don't need to go to work, parking running out and to my horror police all over the place, (well I know why now!) well you get the picture.
Well, we did all that and I said to my sister as we were standing there waiting for them to open, freezing with runny noses (they only let so many in at a time) that "watch, I'll bet that they let everyone in and stop at us"---guess what? Yep, they stopped at us!!! But we persevered and they finally let us in. With stiffened from the cold hands I started pawing at the bags nearest me...with 'sword' raised high and banner flying I decided to move on and that's when the mayhem started...
I may have come out semi-victorious in the end but I will never do battle with the grandmotherly type women again-especially the ones coming in from Jersey and New York! And if I break my vow I will learn how to fight first and dress warmer!
Merry Christmas!
Guitarnutz2
