Saturday, I wake up early. I looked in the mirror and said to myself, what are we going to do today? Not soon after, I was in my car, driving to The Wiz. I bought an LP record recently because it isn't available on CD. I did this and I don't have a record player. So, now, in my mind, I have to get one. It's all I can think about. I look around for close to an hour. I picked up an open box record player for $65. I'm walking around the store with it and a clerk comes up to me and says, "You need a receipt to carry that around." I said, "I haven't bought it yet." He said, "The receipt that was by the machine." I said, "There was no receipt by the machine." He said, "OK, I'll write one up for you." The exchange went on a little longer than that but you get the general idea. He was using the tern, receipt, for the "tag" that describes the item. A receipt is what you get when you complete a purchase. It was like the famous Who's on First comedy routine except this guy wasn't funny. Then, instead of writing up the "receipt" he helps out another customer. Which gave me time to think -- do I really need this record player? I'm going to spend $65 to play a $10 record? I put the player back and walked out. I hate The Wiz.
From there, I kicked it over to Ikea. I need a big shelf system in my bedroom to keep everything neat. I picked up the $24, 6 foot, wood shelf system. It's for a garage, not really for a bedroom but I asked myself, when was the last time you had someone in your bedroom? So, I got it. I couldn't believe I got it in my car. Nissan, they know how to make a ride. So, I came back and set up my shelf, I like it. Saturday night, I hung out with my friend Tiffany. She cooked up some dinner and we just kicked it and watched Miller's Crossing. I'm still not sure if I understand that movie. Sunday, I got up early again. I went over to Burlington Coat Factory to look around but they didn't open yet. There's a car wash on the same block, so I decided to give my car a thrill. She cleans up good. I go back to the coat factory and look around. Tiffany told me about it. I always thought they manufactured stuff there. I had no idea it was a store. Story of my life, six years in Hoboken and I just find this out.
Anyway, I've always wanted a Pea Coat and they had them there. Man, was I excited! I can't wait for the cold to come back. I'm going to wear that sucker everyday! After that, I drove to Nutley to do my laundry. And after that, I drove to Pier-One Imports. I love that store -- it's just crap that no one really needs. I say that because if I wasn't in a shopping complex that didn't have a Pier-One Imports, I wouldn't have been in a Pier-One Imports. So, I'm looking around and I can overhear a woman talking to her daughter. The mother is just commenting on all the scented candles - the daughter could care less. The mother has a deep, deep cigarette/New Jersey voice. It's quiet and then she says, "What do you think of Cinnamon Twist?" I just thought that was the funniest thing. This deep/cigarette voice talking about Cinnamon Twist. Moments like that make me happy to be alive. I'll be telling that story for the rest of my life. So, I leave Pier-One Imports with a rug, a pillow and you guessed it, Cinnamon Twist candles. I should say that when I was driving around this weekend, it was absolutely beautiful. Sunroof open, windows down beautiful. Again, happy to be alive. OK, wow, this was a long one. Have a great day. God Bless America!
