Big Lots. Big Crazy.

So I have been to Big Lots like... 3 times.

Because my dearest Nicolita was discussing thrifty items for decoration I went. I'm having a brunch for my running group on Sat and would like for things to look nice.

Those places stress me out. I tend to walk the periphery, but then you might not find all of the deals (like the Cinnamon pine cones.) I feel that Big Lot's is a separate universe with chintzy pumpkins and nice baskets. Who knew?

It also stole 30 minutes of my life and gave me a panic attack.

I put said pumpkins and pine cones in my buggy (that's what we call a shopping cart down here, ya'll) and walk to the front of the store to check out. There are 2 people ahead of me and 2 checkers--only one is working. Working checker is attempting to scan the 8 bottles of shampoo (seriously?) that the woman is buying and her random assortment of randomness. I stood for 5 minutes (maybe 2) and gave up. I left my buggy, pumpkins and all, like any Big Lot's shopper would... there in an aisle next to bubble gum, a candle holder, pillow, and a media stand--and don't forget the over-sized Christmas Ornaments.

I question your need for 8 bottles of unscannable shampoo. I judge you and your hairy family.