Some might argue its the tragedy of all tragedies. Not this guy, to me, this ranks up there with having to wash a cup for some water or going to the pool when its triple digits.
Tax free weekend has come and gone, and i missed it (intentioally?). But, even as I type this, I haven't really missed it yet. I still have an hour to rush out, try to find parking in the concrete jungle, wade through the masses, and wait in line for ages to pay, all for a measly 8 percent. As much as I love mass chaos and the evil, human, shopping spirit AND the corporate machine, i'm gonna pass yet again. I was worried about the grocery store, so I went late last night and deflected the experience like a sun shield.
Now, you might recognize that this is not a new story for me, but like cooking bacon, it gets better each time I do it. So, I guess I will just enjoy mu current wardrobe, lack of back pack, present school supply conditions, and any other items I may be missing (I dont need 100 dollar sweatshop shoes anyways). So long until next year.
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