And standing around in the middle of the isles, looking confused and like they just escaped the elderly caretaker.

Not to mention the droves of uncontrolled runts with air-headed parents who just let them do whatever because “it’s Christmas”, and then Ethel hurry along to buy some more crap they don’t need.

And all the people who just bumped into an acquaintance they haven’t met for 30 years and now stand in the middle of the busiest area in the store, making it damn near impossible to get past.

And then there’s me; on a simple mission to get in and get the heck out as fast as humanly possible. If I wasn’t so annoyed, I’d make it a game for myself.

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