Christmas time.
The store was overrun by customers of all kinds and moods. Obamas and McCains. Palins and Bidens.
It was mind blowing.
That's when I kick down the door to EB Games, glass shards floating in the air, reflecting the golden shaffs of sunlight. golden streaks of light streamed behind me.
Then I say, raising an eyebrow "Need some back up
? >;D" My hands on my hips.
"OMG THANK GOD YOU'RE HERE." Val the Manager pleaded.
And that's when she throws the name tag up in the air, in slow motion, and all you can hear is the "Woooosh" of it in the air.
And I, jump up like a god gracefully and elegant, with a proud smirk upon