The next holiday is on it's way: Super Bowl XLVIII. I was in the local Fred Meyer which is one of those all-in-one stores. It has a gardening department, furniture and housewares, tools, clothes, jewelry, a pharmacy, a daycare, and a bank. Oh, and food.
It has two major entrances. Inside one, furniture was prominantly arranged to look like a living room with overstuffed leather couches and recliners positioned in front of a giant TV. Popcorn poppers, crock pots, Tabasco sauce, and a variety of beers were scattered here and there with SALE signs. (That's where I'm going to watch the big game, I think. Buy a back a chips and watch the game at Fred Meyer.)
The jewelry store is located just inside the other entrance to the store. I suspect it is not a coincidence that Valentine's Day falls on the heels of the Super Bowl. All the pretty shiny things were surrounded in lacy red hearts promising love (or certain sex) with every purchase, even if you were an ass the weekend before.
Is this evidence that the two events are diametrically opposed? Or, that one is cause for the other?
In either case, you need to be ready because if you're not there can be dire consequences. Get your baubles and don't forget your shirt.
Better late than never will not work in this case.
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