This is actually a funny story that I’m telling you today. But all those years ago, it felt like apocalypse now!
But first a couple of questions?
Why would anybody in their right mind wait until to go shopping for Christmas presents?
And furthermore, why would a person wait until 3:00 pm to do so when most people know that mall stores close at 5:00 pm on the dot?
Now, back to the story.
Please remember this happened a long time ago!
This particular Christmas Eve was going to be my first at ever ever ever buying a Christmas present.
I had never purchased one, or received one before this time.
I didn’t have anything against the Xmas season, I just didn’t celebrate it due to my religion before this time.
Because of this, I had never paid any attention to store closings, or how difficult it would be to find gifts that hadn’t been picked over.
I just thought I could waltz into a mall and buy up some presents lickety-split.
Why was it so important to buy Christmas gifts this particular year?
It became important because I had finally found a family who legally adopted me at age 22. Don’t ask!
They did celebrate Christmas, and I wanted to make sure I had gifts to exchange with them.
So, off I went, thinking it would all work out after I got off a little early from work. But it almost didn’t.
The weather was really frightful, but I was determined to forge ahead. I had money in my pocket, and song in my heart.
When I got to the mall, I quickly noticed the frenzy of shoppers trying to grab any possible Xmas gift that wasn’t being grabbed by somebody else first.
Once in the stores, I also noticed that most racks, shelves and bins were askew. Everything seemed so discombobulated.
If you didn’t have time to pick, you weren’t going to get through before the doors shut.
Thump, thump, thump quick time went my heart, and not because it was beating automatically.
My head was spinning, and I wasn’t winning the race.
The loud speaker sounded: “Mall Closing in 10 minutes.”
The person might as well have started laughing at me, because I hadn’t bought anything.
I was too flustered to choose anything from this rummage.
My goose was cooked!
I would have to arrive Christmas day with empty hands, I thought.
It would be more than a little embarrassing, but I would somehow get through it.
Yet, I refused to totally believe there was nothing I could do. Back in my car, I started to drive.
It was snowy, foggy, and blistering cold. Visibility was so poor, it was on welfare.
But hark, there in the distance off to my right, I suddenly spotted a bleary light, and a sign.
Hook’s Drug Store! Hook’s Drug Store! Hook’s Drug Store! They say power comes in three’s.
And in a minute it would.
Up the ramp I went, parked in the almost desolate lot of Hook’s Drug Store, went in and power shopped my ass off.
That evening, I bought some of the most unique, iconic, off the wall, quirky, dated, and stupendous gifts I could load into my cart.
Interestingly enough, I got everyone something, and saved a ton of money doing it.
Had I been able to shop at the mall, I would have been broke.
So, really everything worked out as it was supposed to.
Armed with my story, and bags full of gifts, I went to my new family’s house, and we ate, drank, and were merry with laughter!!!
By the way…Hook’s Drug Store, which no longer sits on that spot, didn’t close until 12:00 am!
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