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Don't know if it is true but read it in the classfieds.

"So, there I was Wednesday night, fresh out of work, lamenting the rain, and looking for a place to line up for a ps3. I drove by a Best buy and surveyed the circus. I went to a circuit city and learned all were spoken for. I went to Wallmart, then Meijers with no luck, and sadly resigned myself to the the fact that I would not get a PS3. I was driving when I saw it: Target. Surely Target would have some PS3s! I turned into the drive with no inkling of the horrible mistake I was making.

I learned that I was #6 in the line for the 8 60GB models they would receive. I was allowed to go home and grab a few provisions. My girlfriend Emily was clearly angry that I would be gone on such a mission and gave me a short hello-goodbye when I went home, but I had resolved to get a PS3. I packed up blankets, extra c clothes, some food and coffee and ran back to my spot in line. Meanwhile, nature sprayed a light mist of cold rain on us and maintained a temperature around 38 degrees.

I got to know my line mates and milled around with them, doing what we could to pass the time. A football was tossed, games were played, the Buckeyes were discussed. My feet and pants got wet and cold, but the rest of me felt fine as the store closed and the stock people came in. We watched a movie on a DVD player and stayed up in shifts throughout the night. A few times, people left to buy food or find a bathroom but we generally remained on-site as the sun rose.

In the end, I was one of the lucky ones. My tent did not flood and my rainflap stayed secure. Unfortunate others woke up in puddles with wet blankets. Target management ordered our tents down at store opening, so we were defenseless as temperatures dipped to 35 degrees and the rain, while not a downpour increased in strength. I did what I could to stay warm, including wandering the Target for probably 4 hours simply looking at goods and trying to be warm. I spent money and engaged in commerce, buying new socks, food and other small things to add a bit of comfort to what was turning into a hellish wait.

My throat was a little sore, but I chalked it up to the few cigarettes I had bummed in an attempt to pass time. My feet got wet again and I shivered as I looked in envy at one of my line mates' gortex shoe covers. We played a game of euchre, then spades, then started naming movies. People gave us strange looks and minor abuse, unless they were trying to get in line, in which case they often heaped aggressive words of abuse at us. We were told several times to move by Target's employee's because our presence was bothering customers. This was true whether we were near the door or pushed back by the carts. It seems the intelligent thing to do would have been to distribute the tickets and have us disperse (perhaps even returning at closing) but we were left in no man's land, destined to drift between unable to leave and unwelcome by our hosts.

Story of violence against other waiting customers began to drift in. A BB Gun in Kentucky. A man shot in New England. A few of us were lightly armed, but we were essentially defenseless and the police were rarely if ever present overnight. A few people began to get suspicious and the mood of our little social group turned sour.

By nighttime, we were practically begging for our tents. Despite the departure of the sun by 6pm however, Target management would not allow us to sent up our tents until 10. We jumped up and down, and formed a small circle le to retain warmth. A girl bought us small hand warmer bags and we stuffed them in our gloves and shoes. By 10pm we had all but frozen but happily set up our tents and crawled into them. I coughed and sneezed as I lay in the tent, listening to the rain and shivering, unable to get warm. My cellphone died by 11 and I couldn't call Emmy. I tried to stay in my tent but eventually gave up and pulled my car to the fire lane, sitting in it hoping to warm up and dry my feet out. Others followed suit. People regularly came to line up and we told them all systems were spoken for.

I finally fell asleep in my tent at 5am and woke up at 630 to get in line for the ticket dispersal at 7am. When the time came, we begged the manager to let us go in the store to wait the last hour, use the bathroom, or even just hand out the tickets be he refused, citing corporate policy. We also weren't allowed to leave line as a bitter wind whipped past. By this time, I knew a cold had settled in but I passed the last hour jumping in place and trying to stay warm. It was this time when I received my first, unfairly late sign of how evil this place was: I was at store 666. I simply dismissed it as a quirky fate twist and thought of how happy I would be to go home and play Resistance and Madden.

Finally we were allowed in the store. After the computers crashed and we waited in line, I smiled through chattering teeth as I got my Playstation. Finally, 38 hours had paid off! I bought my extras, said goodbye to everyone and was escorted by the police to my car.

"Did you get your game?", my girlfriend asked with slightly narrowed eyes as I came home. I answered that I did and that I was cold and wanted a shower, dodging her obvious glare and imminent lecture about how I need to grow up. My plan was to shower and eat breakfast, then nap for an hour, arriving to work around 11 and working a bit late. After my shower, I poured a bowl of Special K and walked past a note from Emily on the counter as I watched ESPN overhype The Game. Incidentally, I think they paid the Schembechler family to withhold the news of his death until yesterday for the story value. I drifted to sleep as WNBA highlights came on.

I awoke to the braying laughter of some commentator covering cheerleading finals. My eyes darted to the clock....1pm! I ran for the door, grabbing my coat and sped to work. I sat down and worked for an hour when my boss called me into his conference room. He loves to have his little meanings until he started lecturing me on responsibility and maturity, eventually firing me for being late. I was too tired to stand up for myself and simply got my coat, wanting nothing but to go home and sleep, wake up for the game, play some PS3 and maybe get babied by Emmy a bit. I left the building, feeling like gutter sludge drifting by as the theme of the week, the rain continued.

I arrived home and was immediately sick to my stomach. I noticed the lights were all off so Emily wasn't home from class, which was odd but I didn't worry as I took yet another hot shower and drank a bit of tea and oj before passing out. Waking up around 7, I could barely move. I had to crawl to the toilet and I couldn't stop shivering. Em still wasn't home so I called my mom who took me to the doctor. She diagnosed me with a light case of Pneumonia and prescribed me antibiotics to eradicate the infection as well as take it easy. My mom drove me home and I had some more tea before going back to sleep.

So I wake up this morning, planning to look at the classifieds, stay in and watch the game, and generally just try to get better. I went to get some orange juice when I saw Em's note on the counter again. I picked it up and read that she was upset with me for acting like a child and waiting for a game system. For leaving her for 2 nights to spend time with other girls in line and not call her. For making her worry and loathe my immaturity at the same time. She was leaving me. I was a little upset and felt cheated as I began to think about the events of the last few days.

The 666 store number began to gnaw at my mind. Perhaps my playstation was cursed? I began to think more about it. I was #6 in line to buy a 60GB Playstation in 2006: another extremely loose and suspect combination of 666! I have become convinced that this thing is evil and now want only to get rid of it. This playstation has cost me my girlfriend, my job, and my health. Perhaps your soul is better prepared to fight off the evil of this system. "
 

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People just make up those stories so they can sell their overpriced gay ass playstations. Then the buyer can tell the story of his PS3 and how it's better than his buddies PS3.
 

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O BOO-HOO it was 35 degrees outside---It was 0 when I got to Bestbuy at 3am in Anchorage and there had been people in line since 7pm the day before and no one was allowed to have tents. What a whiner

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scroder said:
O BOO-HOO it was 35 degrees outside---It was 0 when I got to Bestbuy at 3am in Anchorage and there had been people in line since 7pm the day before and no one was allowed to have tents. What a whiner

Dave
no, you just proved you were a bigger dumbass than he was. :rolleyes:
 

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chris_dishmon said:
no, you just proved you were a bigger dumbass than he was. :rolleyes:
I did it for the fiance thank you very much--I was only there 2 hours before opening and we rotated every 15 minutes to a running vehicle

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scroder said:
I did it for the fiance thank you very much--I was only there 2 hours before opening and we rotated every 15 minutes to a running vehicle

Dave
okay, well that's not that bad. i thought you were one of those guys who camped out infront of walmart for days. :rolleyes: :lmao:
 
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