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Originally Posted by monster
I got up at 5 this morning (Thursday) to score an Xbox something thingy package from Meijer (Sales started 6am, lines started midnight). I said to beest "oh I'm always awake at that time, I might as well give it a try......" by the time it started moving the line was 3 times as long as when I joined....
the woman in front of me got the last one in the pile.....
.....and they fished the one out of the display case for me.
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Reminds me of how the Evil Ex got his first step on the property ladder in London.
A conversion project hit a cashflow problem and were holding an event to get people to sign up for apartments still being converted (in an old factory). You had to have a mortgage agreement in writing (subject to T&C and all sorts of course) proof of idenity and all this and all that. But the bottom line was you turned up on the day and queued and got the chance of a flat in London at a feasible amount.
We intended to stay up all night but instead had too much exy-sexy and fell asleep. Luckily I'd set my alarm for 05.00 and with nothing on the roads we were there by 06.30 (I was his designated driver). The office opened at 10.30. Many people had camped out
overnight. When the staff realised that, they handed out tickets to the first, enabling them to go home for the night. We were about 15th in line of those without tickets.
We made pals in the line - as you do. Holding places, getting eachother tea & coffee and bacon sarnies from the very surprised cafe round the corner. The line stretched out of view behind us.
Once the office opened we were ushered in, in batches. Sat with nothing to do, but at least sitting on chairs, not pavement. Chap who had had a ticket came up to me - "Do you want this? I was only after a penthouse and they've gone now."
Oh yeah!
Evil Ex got the last available flat in the place.
AND I paid his deposit.
Sigh. I called it love back then. Now I know it's just financial irresponsibility.