I spent basically the entire day with my grandma. To give you some perspective on what that’s like. I haven’t hit my 10,000 step goal since the week I got laid off. Today I went 3,000 steps over it. Just following an old lady around. And I walked the dog for two miles, but still. At the end of the day, I hurt.
We went to the 99 Cent Store. Where this is a thing that they sell:
I kind of gave her a lecture about how you have to decide what you’re going to spend: money or time, and how we just wasted two hours of our amazingly precious lives in order to save approximately seven dollars on cheap Chinese shit that will probably break twice as fast as the nominally pricier Chinese shit sold at other stores where we don’t have to be accompanied every second of our dirty and claustrophobic shopping experience by any number of unattended Mexican children making various annoying noises.
She said that she likes the 99 Cent Store, and that next time she’ll go with my mother, who also enjoys that sad pit of terrible.
I understand if you have to shop at the 99 Cent Store, if poverty has driven you into it’s grimy little arms, but please God who enjoys that place? I guess I’ll just be on a hike or at the beach, or in my cozy, safe apartment while you guys are all off enjoying the 99 Cent Store. And I get that their CEO lives in the house he was born in and only pays himself $300,000 a year, and that’s cool, or whatever. I just don’t intend to willingly go into a 99 Cent Store ever again. They are clearly not for me and I accept that.
