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Damn you, Best Buy
May. 25th, 2004 02:07 amI am not a happy camper.
So Justin and I decided to go to Best Buy for the Dominic Monaghan autograph session. He bought a Return of the King DVD, I got a Merry picture, and we were all set. We got there at 10pm, waited nearly 4 hours in a huge line, standing the entire time. Right when we start nearing the Best Buy entrances, they come out going, "We're sorry, but Dom's got a plane to catch."
No freakin' way. In desperation, the remaining crowd gathers around the doors hoping to see the glorious Dom. I myself am among them, pathetically craning my neck hoping for just a glimpse. I do catch a little bit of him, but just as we are all thus pitifully engaged, the Best Buy employees come over and pull down the shutters, effectively shutting us out completely. What the hell? Since we were deprived of an autograph, does that mean we're also automatically stripped of the honor of seeing him? I'm grateful that Dom was kind enough to stay an hour later than he was supposed to, and I'm grateful he was so kind as to talk with every freakin' fan in front of us and give them hugs, but since I am not in the group, I'm going to be selfish and state that I was very pissed off.
I am still very pissed.
There goes my entire evening. And for once, I was actually planning to do work.
Once again, folks, Natalie is not a happy camper. Remember, she likes to be rewarded when she waits in line.
I now retire to my room of puny mortals to brood in silence.
So Justin and I decided to go to Best Buy for the Dominic Monaghan autograph session. He bought a Return of the King DVD, I got a Merry picture, and we were all set. We got there at 10pm, waited nearly 4 hours in a huge line, standing the entire time. Right when we start nearing the Best Buy entrances, they come out going, "We're sorry, but Dom's got a plane to catch."
No freakin' way. In desperation, the remaining crowd gathers around the doors hoping to see the glorious Dom. I myself am among them, pathetically craning my neck hoping for just a glimpse. I do catch a little bit of him, but just as we are all thus pitifully engaged, the Best Buy employees come over and pull down the shutters, effectively shutting us out completely. What the hell? Since we were deprived of an autograph, does that mean we're also automatically stripped of the honor of seeing him? I'm grateful that Dom was kind enough to stay an hour later than he was supposed to, and I'm grateful he was so kind as to talk with every freakin' fan in front of us and give them hugs, but since I am not in the group, I'm going to be selfish and state that I was very pissed off.
I am still very pissed.
There goes my entire evening. And for once, I was actually planning to do work.
Once again, folks, Natalie is not a happy camper. Remember, she likes to be rewarded when she waits in line.
I now retire to my room of puny mortals to brood in silence.
