Susan's Scribblings the Blog

A writer from the Philadelphia area shares the week online.
Susan's Scribblings the Blog
  • Who the Heck is Kayewer?
  • Monthly Archives: November 2008

    • The Wal-Mart Stampede: Backlash

      Posted at 1:25 am by kayewer, on November 30, 2008

      On Black Friday 2008 (November 28), a Wal-Mart in Valley Stream, NY became the scene of what I consider one of the most horrendous acts of inhumanity.  A worker attempting to open the door at the Green Acres mall location at its 5:00 AM opening was pushed to the ground as the metal door was mangled by a massive crowd of what was estimated as 2,000 people, and he was trampled to death as indifferent shoppers flowed into the store in their anxious quest to spend their money on post-Thanksgiving bargains.  Police officers administered CPR but the man was pronounced dead at the hospital an hour later.  A woman who is eight months pregnant was also taken to the hospital after getting jostled; mother and child fortunately should see Christmas this year.

      When the store staff attempted to close the location due to the death, it is said that angry customers exclaimed that they had been waiting all night for the privilege of shopping and the melee continued.  It is very likely that, had the Wal-Mart attempted to shut down, there would have been a seige.

      Ladies and gentlemen of the human race, who the hell do we think we are?  How can anybody who participated in that opening not be ashamed of themselves?  How could a person pull out a penny or a credit card, or the cashiers continue with business, knowing that somebody got KILLED for a manufactured piece of commerce.

      It’s a miserable enough time from the Friday after Thanksgiving to January 2, with US citizens starving to death, bankrupt, being beaten or abused or trying to conquer cancer.  Yet the consumeristic cha-cha-cha continues right through human misery and death.  Have you ever seen people so anxious, desperate, even begging for the privilege of giving their money over to a retail store.  Isn’t it sad that they would kill for this year’s hot item and not blink an eye.  It is enough to make the Almighty shudder in misery.

      Maybe Wal-Mart should play the security tape on local and/or national television, so the world can see who shared the responsibility for this maniacal display.  Surely the police are looking for those who destroyed the main door in their quest to race to that all-important bargain, and some accountability is needed for the sake of the dead man’s family.  Unfortunately nobody can prosecute the evil in human nature with the same methods, but those who were there should feel guilty of passive participation at least.

      Most of all, I feel for the gift recipients whose presents are tainted with the blood of a man whose family Christmas will never be the same again.

      Share this:

      • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
      Like Loading...
      Posted in Commentary | 0 Comments | Tagged Black Friday, Wal-Mart
    • Moviegoing Ain’t What It Used To Be

      Posted at 1:17 am by kayewer, on November 23, 2008

      So last night I went to the opening night for the movie version of Twilight and took my mother along.  We went to our favorite theatre which recently changed ownership and now allows more mainstream films and the admission of young people (only older children were allowed under the old regime and no G movies were on the roster).

      The house was packed with tweens, teens and a stewpot of dark lurker types and a few vanilla moviegoers like us waiting for the seating to begin.  Believe it or not, they began admitting 45 minutes before showtime and the best seats already were marked with discarded coats while their owners mingled in the lobby.  We managed to get a second tier pair of seats together with no tall people sitting in front of us, so we sat and had popcorn for dinner while watching the free slide show on the movie screen for 40 minutes.

      The school crowd created a high-pitched, somewhat nasal (I already wrote about this teen phenomenon, so I won’t complain again here) and constant din as familiar faces from their cliques appeared in the house and were hugged or fist-bumped to death or subjected to introductions around the room.  Somebody decided to serve as timekeeper and would announce the countdown enthusiastically until the start ran past its scheduled time:  at least nobody started impatient chanting.

      Once the previews began the crowd settled down with resignation until the familiar “Feature Presentation” trailer appeared onscreen, and then somebody yelled “Take your pants off, Edward Cullen,” to a reply of screams as if we were seated at a Beatles reunion.

      Even audience participation at Rocky Horror Picture Show was not crotch obsessed, and Stephenie Meyer certainly would not have expected that comment to stem from what she wrote in four bestselling novels.  My mother and I looked at each other and saw we were both worried about how our appreciation of the film would be helped or hampered by such a vocal crowd.

      We really didn’t have to worry.  Sure there were lots of giggles, shrieks and a knowing “woooo” or two at choice moments,  but Twilight was easy and enjoyable to view and share with others.  We even had the oppportunity to talk to some total strangers (moms) who had brought their entourage along (since those folks were years from obtaining learning permits), and the camaraderie was relaxing.  For two hours and two minutes (plus the trailers and evacuation notice), Twilight was worth the anticipation and experience.

      I hope that young lady was not disappointed that Robert Pattinson’s Edward did not doff his pants.

      Share this:

      • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
      Like Loading...
      Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
    • This Christmas Food Thing

      Posted at 12:41 am by kayewer, on November 16, 2008

      No wonder everybody gets so fat around the holidays.  It isn’t the dinners that cause the problem; it’s the food you send and get sent by mail.

      Did anybody ever stop to consider who far in advance those catalogue people start baking, pouring, molding and packing those little pots of cheese, tins of popcorn and vacuum packed smoked meats to mail via the parcel system to wreath festooned doorways the world over?  Food by mail gives me the hinkeys anyway.  If the supermarket doesn’t carry it, or if I can’t find it within an hour’s drive of home, I don’t think it’s worth it.

      It seems strange to me to have some poor Maine lobster thrown into a box with some survival munchies to keep it alive, sent tooling through some shipping facility, parked in cargo on a plane and flown to someplace that probably never sees an ocean, only to see it arrive at a family’s doorstep, have some happy cook throw open the lid and shout with glee, “Oh ducky, it’s the lobster we’re going to execute for dinner tonight.”  Mind you, I’m not a vegetarian, and I don’t have a problem with going out and buying meat that has been prepared in a package for me, and I go to Red Lobster regularly, but I will not be the executioner of some poor crustacean living out its last days in a fish tank, and I won’t let somebody ship one to me.

      Those little containers of twenty different cheese spreads can look like a gourmet dream, but one time I had a shipment of those and only found one to be enjoyable let alone edible.

      If I’m going to ship something to somebody as a holiday gift, I’ll make it something really useful like a potholder or a gift certificate, not a dried and processed overpriced thingajiggy from who knows where.

      Share this:

      • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
      Like Loading...
      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments
    • Something Scratchy

      Posted at 12:53 am by kayewer, on November 2, 2008

      I’ve noticed something strange lately:  it seems some folks are toying around with their license plates.

      Sure, people put funny frames around their plates, which itself is a problem.  Have you ever gotten too close to a vehicle ahead of you simply to get a clearer view of what is written on the license plate frame?  Some frames obliterate the information on the top and bottom of the plate, which is where the state name is normally located.  That I’ve always had an issue about.

      What I’ve noticed is that a large number of plates seem to be missing paint around the numbers and letters.  If the folks making the plates found a defect in the painting process, I’m sure they would do something about it, but in this case the missing paint shows traces of scratches around the imprints.  This would lead me to believe that people are actually taking steel wool to their plate numbers.

      This is most disturbing when one stops to wonder why anybody would want to disrupt the readability of their vehicle’s identification, and the obvious answer is to avoid such identification.  Are there that many people afraid of the law driving around our highways?  Would you want to share the road with them?  It’s bad enough to deal with the fact that our roadways are becoming anarchist Autobahns in which everybody feels compelled to disregard speed limits and common sense to get where they’re going, but when one has to resort to disguise to do so, that is sad indeed.  I’m just saying. . . .

      Share this:

      • Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
      Like Loading...
      Posted in Uncategorized | 0 Comments
    • Feedback

      Eden's avatarEden on Getting the Message
      Eden's avatarEden on The Unasked Questions
      Eden's avatarEden on And Her Shoes Were #9
      Eden's avatarEden on The Poison Field
      Eden's avatarEden on Final Tally

Blog at WordPress.com.

  • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Susan's Scribblings the Blog
    • Join 32 other subscribers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • Susan's Scribblings the Blog
    • Subscribe Subscribed
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
%d