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City of Mills Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Sat Nov-29-08 10:02 AM
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98. I remember the great Furby stampede of 1998.
I waited outside a Wal-Mart all night (windy, freezing cold night too) for the privilege of purchasing a stupid Furby. I wasn't there to buy one myself; I was there to assist my sister in her quest to own the newest Cabbage Patch Kid style fad. As it drew closer to opening time, people were getting cranky, first muttering to their friends and then to the people next to them in line, "When are they going to open the fucking store? Look at them, I see them in there, did you see that? They just looked out at us, open the fucking store we're cold!!!" "This is bullshit, why won't they let us in early? Oh HERE THEY COME! WHAT THE FUCK! THEY didn't UNLOCK the DOOR, what is going on in there? I'm fucking mad, this sucks!"

Eventually, they did open the doors of course and then it was "Come on move goddamn it, why is it taking so long to get in the fucking store? That's not fair, why are they forming two lines? That line's going in faster, what the FUCK!"

Then someone in a pickup truck drives up and says "I'll give anyone $100 to bring me out a Furby"

Eventually, we're at the front of the line. Once getting through the front door, everyone runs to their obsession of choice. My sister grabs her furby, I grab another one. I think they were $50 or something? For a talking fucking doll. Leaving the store, everyone still waiting to get in looks at us like they either want to mug us for the goddamn Furby, or kill us for getting there before them. The hostility in the air was palpable. We drove home with our prizes, personally the victory felt a little hollow to me. The next spring, I gave away my Furby to some girl I liked, who I never saw again.
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