Ah, Black Friday. How bittersweet you are: a plethora of cheap shit blended with the inevitable slap of disappointment.
I awoke at 5:40 am and marched my cold, tired, handsome ass downtown to EB Games where I'd hoped to procure the latest interactive innovation from Nintendo. I had been told by EB employees that six or seven would be available, so I knew my chances were slim, but worth a few frigid hours. I had even accepted the indelible nerd-shaped brand that was to remain ever seared on my soul.
I met my friend John in front of the mall and he proceeded to describe our fantastic luck: the security guard was a cool guy and had decided, as a favor, to open our door before any other. This meant that the small group surrounding our entrance was to have first crack at the Wii. I was fourth from the front. Awesome.
Hour one passed and everything went according to plan; our door was thrust open and we hurried to the EB Games storefront. Here, we would have another hour to wait, but hey, what's another hour? After a short time, the clerk came out and informed us of the current inventory: only three PS3s and two Wiis. My heart sank. I was two spots away from the Wii and would have no other chance on a day like this. I hung my head, but resolved to buy the new Zelda game: I figured leaving with something would keep my spirits from drowning in their own rejected tears.
I know I'll have one soon, but damnit! EB Games, why must you torment me?!
And did John get one? Yes. Yes, he did. John, you're a bastard.
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